drove all the way to Dartmouth so I could see you. And I did. With another guy. You smiled at him, like you used to smile at me. You kissed him, like you used to kiss me. I told myself not to pursue you. I told myself not to get attached to you. I used to joke that I’d never have a broken heart because that would require me having one of those to begin with and my mom took it with her when she left.
