The worst is that we're friends, good friends at that. I don't want to mess that up, but I know it'll hurt when I see him again. I know I'll see him holding that girls hand, laughing happily with her, caring for her.
I don't know how to get over it and it's only hurting more. I don't think I can drown my sorrows in ice cream and sweets. I need help. I need to forget. To move on. To heal my broken heart.
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