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My eyes were on the game, but my mind was far away. Well, not that far away, actually. It was right outside the VIP area, where a certain Brazilian was seated.
A bomb had fallen on me, exploding realization around me.
I loved Eric, but I wasn’t in love with him anymore. I hadn’t been for the longest time. Our relationship started when I was still a starstruck girl who had just scored the hottest guy around.
However, looking back at the two-plus years, I saw myself changing. I spent less time with Megan, I became more distant from Hilary, I didn’t go to the ranch as much, I didn’t get close to any of my classmates in college, I spent less time learning the family business, I jumped less, I rode Hercules less. Without meaning to, without realizing, I had been living life according to
