Me (7:16:44 PM): Beeteedubs, since I feel easily less awkward asking, did you learn anythign juicy from Sam over the summer?
Marie (7:17:11 PM): eww no I deleted his phone number a long time ago
Marie (7:17:14 PM): sorry.
Me (7:17:37 PM): I mean, when you texted him
Marie (7:19:09 PM): oh well not really
Marie (7:19:16 PM): just that he's not a virgin
This made me feel so much better.
The question pricked at me for a long time, and it clarifies so much.
Considering the fact the weekend I first confessed my crush on him, he confessed he already heard from my friends I am a total prude...
I never stood a chance, because he only wants one thing anyway.
This is the perfect chink in his armor. He can no longer play perfect as far as I am concerned; his high and mighty religious piety is fake.
I'm better off than he is.
I can do this now.
See you when I see you, Sam. I'm headed for better days now.
Hell, I looked in the mirror today and felt pretty.
This is the catastrophic day I've been waiting for to turn everything around.
And I feel good.
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