London“Heartbreak is the most painful kind of t*****e, and the mind is its greatest ally.”
—London Wright
I’ve had the Notes app on my phone open for what seems like hours now, specifically the entry from New Year’s Eve of last year.
“Oh, Brad. Brad, Brad, Brad, Brad, Brad…” I say with a sigh.
I continue to repeat his name.
Why? I’m not so sure. And, the more I say it, the weirder it sounds.
“Brad.” I nod.
“Brad.” My tone is higher.
“Braaad,” I say, drawing out his name.
It’s official. I’ve up and gone crazy.
I’ve been contemplating calling him all day—truthfully, the better part of this past week. Yet I haven’t been able to bring myself to do it.
It’s been one week since Paige and I stalked past Loïc’s house and saw her walking into the house with the offending bags of Thai foo
