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Valentines Day
Sage
“This came for you baby girl, I think it’s from Chef.”
My heart skips a beat as the pain comes flooding back.
I’ve been lucky that since he left I haven’t had too much to do with him.
Sure he was around as they were waiting for my uncles to finish prospecting, but it’s amazing how two people can pass like ships in the night.
I guess it helped that I was busy with study or in Roxburgh attending my course.
Or spending time with friends and trying to go on dates.
In fact, I have one tomorrow night that I’m actually looking forward to.
Sure he’s nothing like Takoda, but it’s high time I moved on.
That’s what you do when your first love breaks your heart.
You live your life, you change and grow and realize that maybe they did you a favor and you would never have worked out anyway.
Or that’s what you tell yourself to make things hurt less.
Taking the pink envelope from Mama Debs I give her a little hug before quietly carrying the letter to my room.
It burns in my hand and I can barely wait for the door to close before I’m tearing it open.
Taking a deep breath I open the plain looking card, with a single daisy on the front and the usual “Happy Valentines Day” written in that swirly font.
There, in Takoda’s scratchy man writing are two words - I’m sorry.
Dropping the letter on my bed I cover my face with my hands, and wait for the tears that don’t come.
Instead, white hot anger floods my veins.
What am I supposed to do with that? He had his chance and he walked away.
And that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to go on my date and enjoy it and if it's bad then I’ll laugh about it and try again, and again and again until I have the love that Chef thinks I deserve and until he’s out of my system.