I sat on the grass in the summer, wondering how this could be happening. Again. And wondering why I thought being outside in the sun would make this easier. While he focused on looking at anything but me, I landed on this: this break up will be different because we never sit in the grass.
"You have to choose," I said. "You can either treat me right or it's over."
He looked at my eyes. Held my gaze. I didn't back down. This is what strong girls do, right?
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