When Liz Miller gets the opportunity to leave Brussels to attend the James Goldwirth Writing Program in New York City, she doesn't hesitate for a second. Finally, after all those years of hard work and handling criticism, she's going to get her debu...
Then someone brought up your name in a conversation.
I got reminded of everything we once had – or almost had.
It is preposterous how I was able to care about someone so brutally, but now I've got to tell everyone why everything we had doesn't exist anymore. They claim how sorry they are for bringing it up in the first place, but they will never understand how it makes me feel.
All of a sudden, the months I tried to get over you feel like nothing. Your name brings back all the memories within seconds. Most of them hurt now.
I remember the first l love you that fell from your lips. Whether you were drunk or sober, it still meant the world to me. Perhaps it still does. I wish I had recorded it.
I miss how you looked at me.
I still love you.
More than anything else in this damned world.
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