"So you don't want to see him?" She asked me.
"I do," I replied, "and I miss him more than anyone can understand. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about him, and especially with what's been going on in my life lately it's been really hard without him. Hell, losing a friend to brain cancer is hard because you have to watch their family's pain too. So yeah I want to see him. But I don't want to see him at a football game. I want him to hold me and tell me everything is going to be all right as I fall asleep in my onesie under a fort beside him. I don't want to run into him and pretend that nothing happened-not seeing him at all is less painful than pretending that we are strangers and acting like nothing ever happened."
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Evolution
Non-FictionThere are a lot of things you don't really think about until they happen to you. Take rape, for instance. I always thought, "That won't happen to me. I have a boyfriend. I trust him. He would never take advantage of me like that..." I couldn't have...
