My throat swelled with a golf ball-size lump, and I couldn’t stop feeling his arms around me. It was nice. I didn’t want to want more. Everything I said about him was true. He was shallow, and he was using me. Bottom line. I couldn’t forget that. There was a moment, though, when he held me, where he was me, and I was him, and we weren’t alone. It felt like I was supposed to be there. I closed my eyes as I walked, tears wetting my lashes. I was looking for meaning where there wasn’t any because I had nothing else. It wasn’t real, and he didn’t feel it, too. Remember that, Em. Don’t forget it.
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