The first year after Bentley was so fucking hard. I isolated myself and stayed distant until Katelynn peeled back all those heartbreaking layers, still it took her a long time to break my shell and finally move on with my life. So why the hell am I doing this? Why am I putting myself in a position to see Bentley twice a week and letting my blood boil every time he’s near me? Because you still love him. Shut up, heart. Cora makes me continue going for the next four weeks until Fourth of July week. Classes are suspended the entire week, and I can finally breathe without the anticipation of seeing him. We haven’t talked since the last time he cradled my face with his hand. There’s something so familiar in his touch. Something that makes it impossible to forget him, or how he made me feel. I call Simon and beg him to take me out somewhere. I don’t care where.
