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I remember that feeling—
The pain.
The lump in my throat.
I wanted to cry.
I was so angry.
But why?
New text alert flashed across your phone:
“Thanks for the ride home ??”
It read.
“Love, Rose.”
My heart dropped.
I froze—
Filled with dread.
You lay there asleep,
Unaware of what I’d just read.
My thoughts started racing:
What do I do?
Who the heck is she!?
My head throbbed.
I felt so lost.
And then—I cried.
What does she have that I don’t?
Does he love her?
What are his other replies?
I remember
Wanting to open that message,
Needing to see—
What do they talk about?
Is she prettier?
Does she know about me?
So many questions.
So much pain.
I remember that feeling.
And it still hurts the same.
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