ALEX'S POINT OF VIEW
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While crying my stupidity away, I got a text. The smart part of me kept yelling not to open it, but as usual, I'm Hellbent to make it as worst as possible.
'It’s not your fault, Alex. Stop blaming yourself. All you did was make me smile. You didn’t make me sad, you made me laugh. And I don’t want you to quit, I just … I need a little time. Thank you and goodnight.'
I read the message, and as predicted, more tears came rolling down my face. He's so perfect ... he wants to take it on him, and even if he really believes that it doesn't make it true. I wish that I could believe him, I really would … but I can’t. I shouldn’t have kissed him in the first place. Not to mention what came after the kiss.
No matter from what
