Discovering lies.
Lexie.
I read somewhere that a broken heart is similar to the pain of losing a loved one. Pure lies.
This is not like what I felt when my grandmother died and she left us here. It's not the end of the world, and yes, a part of me still hopes that Logan will come looking for me, but let's be real. He would never do such a thing.
And f**k, a part of me understands, you know. Compared to how long I've known him, she's superior, right?
And the other part wants to believe that I know him better than her and that I deserve it, I deserve to be loved because... Isn't one supposed to hit many potholes along the way to find the right one?
nonsense.
I let myself cry that night, I know, it's silly and I sure look pathetic. But when I got home, not a single
