He invited me for a stroll in the park, I remember, to talk about our relationship.
There was nothing left to discuss as far as I was concerned, but I met him at the creek bridge to hear him out.
“You know I love you,” he began.
“No.” I counted the seconds he had left in my head. Ten. Nine. Eight.
“You know it didn’t mean anything.”
“If it didn’t, you wouldn’t have done it.”
Five. Four. Did I really have the strength to do it?
“It was a mistake.”
I lunge forward and push him over the railing.
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I’m awful for grinning…😁
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Lol! He had it coming…