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[unsent text] You said you were sorry. I keep replaying that moment. It’s been 24 hours since you walked away and I don’t know what you were sorry for. Were you sorry that you couldn’t love me? That you wouldn’t? Were you sorry for something else? Were you sorry for accidentally knocking my globe lamp over and cracking it? (Yes, I knew that was you) or were you just sorry? I’ve known you my whole life Justin but I don’t know what that meant at all. I don’t know what that means. I’m scared I’m not going to get a chance to find out. I love you more than anything but I’ve let myself love people far too much far too many times before. I’m always going to love you but I’m not going to let myself carry on being in love with you if the only thing that you’re going to offer is an apology. Now, I’m sorry?
[message failed] I’m in Africa! Last night when I got home my parents were just kind of like “Hey! Tj, why don’t we mix it up? Why don’t we make a change?” and I was all for it. Okay, that sounds way too teen sit-comy but I think I’m allowed my cheesy sit-com moment after all the shit that went down at Whittemore. Now I’m in Africa! It’s hot. I think I’m getting sunburn even though I put on seventeen layers of sun cream. Mom tried to grab it off me but I told her that I was just tryna stay protected. I know you’d get it if you were here.
[unsent text] Sooooo, it’s been 69 days since we last spoke and all things considered and using a sex joke numeric opener, I think it’s time to say, what the fuck?!?!?!
[unsent text] Sam flew out for a few days and we’ve been having such a good time. He asked me why I still wear my ring and I told him it’s because we’re still married. Right? I mean, maybe it’s not that serious but it still matters. It’s been a year since we last spoke now and I know that you’re doing okay. I’m really proud of you, J. I know it’s not my place to be proud and you moved on with your life but I am. I hope you’re so happy. You deserve it so much. Sam said that you don’t say much about me. I guess maybe things aren’t how they used to be but I wish they were. I’m sorry if I ruined things, if you get the chance, just text me, okay? Tell me some shit about your parents. Tell me if your Moms single yet or not. Anything. If you sent me a sticker on Facebook I think that’d do. Just wanna know you’re still out there in the world.
[unsent text] I’m officially on the rich list. #Imadeit
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