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Months past, letters were sent, presents traversed oceans to get to her, and then eventually the Facebook messaging slowed, boyfriends and girlfriends came and went, and I was content, maybe even happy, once again.

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I should have stopped when I saw the pain in her eyes.

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And it’s thrilling. It’s the kind of thing that makes you leap out of bed for work every morning, eager for the moment when you’ll be able to steal an overly long glance or brush hands just lightly enough that no one will know it was intentional.

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I will not be disclosing my name or where I wrote it, for obvious reasons… so please don’t ask.

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I was sad. Sad that she was moving on and, once again, I wasn’t. I was nervous that her finding a new job meant her finding a new boyfriend. And most of all, I was jealous.

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I can’t help but feel like he is doing this as some strange act of jealousy or anger or maybe he’s just trying to prove a point to me or re-associate my idea of sex with my ex to be a painful, terrible thing.

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The person that was cheated on is showered with cards and nail polish and cookie dough from her friends, friends that were once yours as well, but now will turn on you with that terrifying mob mentality.

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From the start of the summer, he vented to me about the growing tension in his year-and-a-half long relationship with his girlfriend.