I spent the weekend hiding from the world. I rarely saw anyone besides Drew on the weekends anymore so no one expected me to call. Mom invited me to dinner again but I called and told her I felt sick and couldn’t make it. At least I didn’t lie.
I spent the weekend in bed, alternately crying and missing him, then crying again. I couldn’t stop myself from picturing them together, a blissful reunion between two lovers. There was no doubt that they’d be officially engaged next week again and probably married within a few months.
I wanted to be the bigger person. When you truly love someone all you want is for them to be happy, right? Even if it meant he was with someone else. I tried all weekend to talk myself into that. It was like finding out Mandy was pregnant all over again, except 100 t
