I’m a young woman. I have goals. Big goals, but that doesn’t mean I should declare myself as a feminist.
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I know that you hurt and I know that you care. And as much as you like to reiterate that you’re emotionless, I know this to be false.
You kept looking for closure, but the other person is no longer available.
You win, Winter. I give the f-ck up.
Thank you for the fun while it lasted. Thank you for giving me a chance. Thank you for not giving me what I wanted in the long run.
I let us move forward with planning a wedding, and I let you convince me that all my doubts were normal.
Well… nothing happened. That’s kind of the point. But let me tell you, it was A H – M A Z I N G.
What I ended up realizing shocked me.
I understand that relationships are tough. Any other guy friend of mine that has been dating someone is a person that I keep a respectable distance from. But you were different. You were unhappy. And maybe, just maybe, I could give you the strength to break free.