Instead of doing the usual studying, I spent all weekend too busy being angry at Ethan to do anything productive.
When I wasn't thinking about being angry about Ethan, I was busy missing him.
If it was a few months ago, I would be fine not texting Ethan for weeks on end. Actually, we didn't even text for seventeen years until months ago.
Now, he was a big part of my daily routine. Whether it was the weekdays or weekends, receiving a message from him always made me happier.
Not to say that he didn't send me any texts over the weekend, because he did. A lot actually.
He sent me hundreds of texts saying he was sorry and that he wasn't going to go to Celine's house anymore, and it took me all I had to ignore every single one of them. I made sure to read his texts to show him t
