Stage two: Utter denial. At this point you’re starting to get a clue but you just can’t get yourself to admit the gut wrenching truth. Your friends start to give each other the side eye when you tell them how long it’s been since he’s texted you and you’re starting to forget what his face looks like in person.

Between kissing in the rain, which never even happened, to scenes of us embracing each other, speaking of longing and despair comes the reality of the love I had. Or, the love I thought I had. The love I had in my mind; the love that never really existed.


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