When I Ran Into Him Last Week

He’d held my hand when I’d fallen off swings, blown sand out of my eyes while we built castles.

‘Forever’, I whispered into his ear.

He quit camp soon after.

I thought I wasn’t good enough.

He simply wanted someone less feminine.

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