Two years ago in June, I had the messiest breakup ever. This coming from the girl who had broken up with the same person at least seven times in the prior year and a half. It was messy, and after the door was slammed, along came ignored phone calls, phone calls from numbers I wouldn't know, emails, voicemails desperate for me to respond. I didn't.
I don't regret my decision that I made that sunny May evening. I do however, regret losing my best friend.
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