Thursday, October 26, 2006

the end of the beginning

"We need to talk."
The last four words a girl ever wants to hear. He spoke them to me through my window, asked me to meet him outside.
"I've really enjoyed my time with you but..."
But. But. Another deadly word.
"The thing is, I don't think I could ever really fall in love with you."
And there it was. At the time, the worst possible thing that had ever been said to me.
"No," I said. I've never been very good with acceptance. "You can't breakup with me."
"I'm sorry," he said.
And then I said, steely with resolve bred from anger and disappointment, holding back the tears I would not let him see, " You will regret you did this to me. You will regret it for the rest of your life."
And he did.


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