FIFTEEN
Beckett invites me over.
It’s not the first time that he’s extended the invitation, but it’s the first time I actually say yes.
I want to see him, I’m excited to see him, and it doesn’t make me feel panicked like I used to feel, as if he was getting one over on me because I’ve let my feelings get in the way.
As if I’m the i***t who let my feelings cloud my judgment, just like last time.
It helped, talking to my therapist, and to Katie and Dean, and Sophie was super nice to me all weekend long, ordering all of my favorite foods for takeout. She even stress-baked in the middle of Saturday night going into Sunday morning. She made those New York Times chocolate chip cookies that people apparently lost their minds over. She then added toffee bits to them and handed me a glass cont
