So, college happened. All of us still talked. The three of us. Though going to different schools now and having our own lives, we took the time to spend time in ------'s old garage. But my place was replaced by her boyfriend.
Now, my place was in the back with her friend, getting fat in cheetos and
E V E R S O
H A P P I L Ycheering them on.
That used to be us. Close. Leaning on each other. Laughing until our stomachs were in pain.
But that makes me think. Is that how her friend felt when I came along? Did she feel
r e p l a c e d ?
But as I watched them doing what we once did, I felt guilty. Guilty because of the way I feel. Of what I
s t i l l f e e l .
· · ·
f o l l o w y o u h e a r t .
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