The break-up was acrimonious, and somewhat messy in terms of
their shared items, but the worst part was that it was pretty much entirely
public, with both sides constantly posting on all their social media accounts.
Although I had wanted to see her become single, I hadn’t
wanted this, to see her so hurt, so broken. Not that his condition didn’t worry
me too, but I was more focused on her, obviously.
So I stayed away, wanting to wait until she had recovered
before moving in.
Thus, I wasn’t the rebound boyfriend, and thus, I wasn’t the
guy she married.
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