Becca
Two weeks went by before I was actually able to find myself in some kind of contentment. The moment I broke it off with James, I went upstairs and cried my eyes out, unable to focus on anything, and even when Monday came around, and my classes fell back into session, I just couldn’t get myself together.
Everything, instead, went by in a blur. I felt trapped within my mind, trying to pay attention but doing so numbly because I had ended things with the man I loved. I couldn’t deal with the complications. I couldn’t keep dealing with the unassured way my life was going, the chaos constantly consuming me.
That was no way for any woman or man to live.
And though he wanted to keep a hold of me, I couldn’t do that.
Looking at my phone, I stared at my missed calls from the day. Every day he called me, he would call twice or three times, trying to get me to pick up.
Sending me text messages telling me not to do this, and I at first replied. But now?
