“I loved him,” She said, the corners of her lips briefly curved upwards. “So much so that I let myself believe that pubescent idea that we’d graduate from here at least being engaged.”
She shifted, sliding her legs up towards her abdomen while still laying on her side. Her eyes were watering and in the back of her mind she had to repeat the ‘do not cry’ mantra.
“Though I guess the one thing we had going against us was the age difference,” She continued once she was settled again. “It might have only been three years but that’s still significant enough. That’s three years of experience I lack on my belt, three years of feelings I have yet to experience and sort through, and three years of uncertainty of what I want.”
She looked up at her friend, who had been listening to her intently as she tried to sort through this fiasco. It comforted her to know that she still had one person to count on here.
That meant more to her than she was capable of expressing right now.
“Someone his age was bound to catch his interest sooner or later,” She added. “They’re better suited for one another since they’re on the same emotional and mental playing field.”
Saying that hurt more than the girl had anticipated. “She can provide him with more than I ever could, so, I’m happy for them.”
He had willingly told her about his affair, and the recent developments of it. His new woman was with child and he couldn’t abandon them. The unborn little one would need both of its parents.
She understood that.
And yet it hurt to have to let him go.
The tears flowed freely then, and she did not bother to try and hide them. There was no point in doing that anymore. It took too much effort to mask the pain she was experiencing.
“I loved him enough to let him go,” She said, sniffling. “Hopefully this is the right choice, and I didn’t make a huge mistake. But even if I did screw up, I was happy with him and I enjoyed what time we did spend together, you know?”
