After
Nails had reported to me that Matt had been accepted to UCSB – early, as
planned – he showed me the email on his phone. “Check it out,” he said.
Check
it out, like it wasn’t that big a deal, like it
wasn’t his future, right, Mrs. Love? Except
it was a huge deal. Every time I thought about it, my stomach tightened to the
point where it felt as though water couldn’t even pass through. My throat
constricted too as if to keep it company, making me feel like I was being
strangled from the inside out.
He
wasn’t leaving for months.
But
he would leave.
And
I would never have the courage to tell him I loved him.
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