So it's funny because the whole time I dated you, every weekend you'd spend here, either my grandmother or my aunt or someone would be here, tacking on to that uncomfortable sensation you undoubtedly felt everytime you saw one of them.
Well, ever since we broke up, not one of them is anywhere to be found. My grandmother is back in Puerto Rico, my aunt hasn't shown up, and neither has my cousin, the one who gave you a dirty look the last day you were here. I'm sorry she did that. I should've stood up for you a little better.
I know that's not the reason you ended things with me but wishful thinking should be my middle name. I think if I went to a doctor, he'd diagnose me as clinically depressed. I am very depressed lately, and I can't break out of it as much as I try.
I went to the mall just now before they closed to buy Michael a gift card from Armani for his birthday. His "party" starts in 15 minutes, and it will be the first time I set foot in that club since the last night I spent with you -- exactly three weeks ago. The night I whispered "I think I love you" into your ear, and gave you the perfect excuse to break my heart into a million little pieces.
Let's see how it goes.
-- L
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