What? Was I not good enough? What about me should I have changed? What was it? Why'd you cheat?
I ranted about this in my mind for a while, and not even 2 hours after we had broken things off, I got a text.
-Break up book?
-Yes please.
See, the break up book was a journal I kept at my best friend's house, and every good date, every image, inside joke, every memory we shared in the relationship went into the pages of this journal.
And when the break up rolled around, you read through the journal, cover to cover and then you destroy it. (We've covered this before).
Ten minutes later, she showed up at my apartment with the black book.
"Oh, and I brought cookie dough too." She handed me a jar, a spoon, and the journal.
I nodded and locked myself back in my bedroom.
A deep breath and a bite of cookie dough later, I opened the book.
The pressed tulips we made.
The flower crown picture.
First date record.
Unplugged day record.
Color Run finish line kiss.
Everything we'd ever done.
"Hey!" I called out.
"What's up?" My friend came up the stairs.
"Burn it. I'm over it."
"You got it, Babe." She took the book from my hand and grabbed a lighter.
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Excerpts From Stories I'll Never Write
FanfictionIt works like an ideas book. Just quick ideas for stories I'll probably never make full length stories. ❤
