Maya
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“Wow,” I whisper, taking a step back. “You really let me believe all of it. That we had something real. That I was finally enough.”
“Maya—” he starts.
“Save it.” I shake my head. “You know what hurts the most? I finally let myself believe I could be loved by you.”
He blinks, and that’s when I know he won’t chase me. He never would. He never has.
I turn around, heart in pieces, and walk away.
The air outside bites a little harder than it did earlier. I walk with my arms wrapped around myself, not to keep warm, but to keep myself from shattering all over someone’s front lawn.
There’s no dramatic sobbing. No thunderstorm. Just silence.
And me.
With a heart that clearly doesn't learn. I hate to admit it but I know if he comes running to me I do I will take him back.
I do
