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Dear Amelia
Don’t apologize for who you are.
Dear Amelia,
It’s been three months. I’ve stopped trying to call you. You don’t return any texts. Your social media accounts have gone dark. You’ve become a living ghost just because someone broke your heart.
I know you thought Jared was the one. Everyone could see the way your eyes lit up when you talked about him. You were awash in the glow of the future you imagined — one that involved a beautiful wedding dress, a home in the suburbs, and maybe a dog down the line. You didn’t want much, but you thought he could give you everything you might crave.
It’s easy to believe a guy will one day walk into your life and then everything will make sense. I believed that too. You saw how my marriage to Nathan crumbled. Seven years — eighty-four months that chipped away at all my romantic ideals. I know I made excuses for him, but I guess that’s neither here nor there now. He broke what we had and chose someone else. I can’t be angry about it anymore. His life and mine are no longer intertwined.
But you and Jared — I knew you were something special. He looked at you as if you were the moon he would worship at night for the rest of his life. I’m sure you saw that look of his and thought he’d be yours forever. But love doesn’t work that way. Sometimes it dims — or fades completely.
