#Chapter21
|3 years ago|
Two months.
Seven weeks.
Forty-Nine days.
That's how long it had been since I last talked to Hunter.
I should be over it by now, over him. But why does my heart still clench painfully every time I see him? Why do I still keep counting the days.
I know whatever we had is gone. It wasn't easy to accept.
I begged him to tell me what I did wrong.
I texted. I called. But he never responded.
I waited for him after school for hours but he just avoided me.
I stopped trying to talk to him after a month.
In friendships or relationships sometimes when things get out of hand, there comes a point when your dignity steps in. No matter how much you care for someone, no matter how badly you want them to be a part of your life, sometimes you have to let go and let your self-respect take over.
I was done chasing after him.