—Alain de Botton Melody didn’t have a game plan when she knocked on Clark’s door. If she’d taken the time to draw one up, she probably wouldn’t be sitting on his lap now, streaming snot and spewing forth a babbling confession about how much she’d been thinking about him, day and night. God. So cheesy. What are you doing? She wiped her nose on her arm and leaned her head against his shoulder, emotionally defeated. She’d screwed this up big time. Nothing left to do but keep going. “When I woke up that morning and you were gone, I panicked. I immediately went to a very dark place. A place I thought I’d left behind once Scott and I broke up. I was pacing the house. Calling your phone and hanging up. Imagining the worst.” “Why?” “I was afraid you never wanted to see me again. I was a wreck. I had promised myself I’d never be that person again. And there I was. Same as ever.
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