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Time didn’t stop when he left. Blame it on my youth, my heart, ripe as the peaches in my grandma’s orchard, but I thought that it would. I thought that wood would splinter, bricks would crack, that the foundation of this house he haunts would revolt and leave me buried in its foundation. I thought that I would die before I hurt him. Thought, thought, thought. What a stupid thing. I love you, what an useless word. There were no I love you’s left when the sobs echoed through the phone line, like lightning in my veins. None left when I asked him to choose, and he chose to let go. Moth laughter floated drunkenly on the other end of the line, and when I hung up, my family was still debating what to cook for dinner. The sun was still setting. The same thighs he used to kiss walked me out the door. The same hands he used to hold wrecked havoc on canvas. The boy, who made time stop when he touched me, hadn’t halted it with his goodbye.

Chasing after a guy who’s not interested in you will rip the hell out of your self-respect. Better to face facts now because the longer you put it off, the harder it’ll be.

*person falls, in a loud destructive manner*