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I didn’t feel sad. I didn’t feel heartbroken. I felt guilty.
Guilt ate at me as I lay on my bed, responding to work emails from the comfort of my room. Yeah, I skipped work today. I couldn’t get off my bed, and I had to ring my P.A and ask her to adjust my schedule and fix representatives for meetings where necessary.
Why I felt guilty?
It was because I realized I wasn’t really sad when he broke it off with me. It dawned on me after that call ended, that maybe I never really liked Gill. And it was because my mind was occupied with something else. Someone else.
All those visits, calls, texts, all the bickering… somehow, I’d started to think about Arthur a lot. I’d thought of him so much that I compared everything I did with Gill to him, and that wasn’t right.
It was why when Gi
