He wouldn’t have done it out of nowhere, right? Do you think he’s still mad?” Her excitement rose and fell as she remembered what happened between us.īrad. “You have to! I know how you still feel about Brad. Why do I still feel this way? “I haven’t even accepted his request yet.” “I didn’t say anything,” I looked down, trying not to show my sheer panic. She stared at me, mouth open with a devious look on her face. Thankfully I chose a red shirt today, what luck. I wiped my mouth where the red liquid had dripped down my chin. We sat down and unpacked the basket, grabbing the bottle of wine first, I poured us both a glass and started to drink my nerves, quickly. Jordan took the opposing ends and assisted me in stretching out the sheet and claimed a spot on the large green field. I set down the basket and unfolded the blanket in my other arm. This brings us to today, an ungodly hot August afternoon at the park with my sister. So, when the spark died, so did our relationship, and I moved back home with my sister, Jordan. I’ve always been one to enjoy the chase, to feel wanted and adored. The spark burned out quickly and the arguments more frequent. Anyways, we didn’t work out the way we had planned. My family was also a factor in driving me away, but that’s a story for another day. I had just graduated college and wanted a change of scenery. We had known each other for years, and after lots of texting, video chatting, and visits, we decided to give it a try. Last December, eight months ago, I moved away from the city I’ve always known to pursue a man I knew through a good friend. I build up the courage to unlock my phone and click the notification that sends me to my Instagram. How would he? If there’s no way he could know, would it be fate? I don’t know. I stared down at my phone, my mind going a million miles a minute as I stood there unable to react.
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