Because that’s what everyone wants you to do after you lose someone: move on. But how were you supposed to just move on? How were you supposed to simply pretend like they never existed and try to be happy when they were no longer here?
“You do realize that this is the complete opposite of a rom-com, right? As in, you’re the other woman in the story—the one the writers add in for extra drama, not for the happily ever after.”
“This was too close, he was too close. Could he see my love for him painted across my face? Could he tell from the way I shuddered when he touched me, that every fiber of my being was made to be touched by him?
How did we go from friends to this?”