My Lucky Boyfriend

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person, but since you didn't come, I

I'm not the best with words, but wri

ad this, I won't b

ad for me – I'm paying the price f

soon enough. But first, there's s

knew you didn't love me; you were using me to hurt my father, to t

first time we met was at my graduation party, but for me,

quietly by the flower bed outside my house, waiting for the lesson to start. I was hiding in

k that might have been the la

e traveling the world, spending recklessly, your happiness a

I'd watched you carve lines into your arms with a blade. I'd seen you push thumbtacks deep into your leg. I'd seen you walk determ

e things. How could I ask you

limmer of hope in your eyes, I was so happy. If the cost of y

ime to tell you

I knew what you went throug

r came to our house and confronted my dad

and asked me to confirm I had been home all along and ha

ped your suffering. I had the chance to be your hero. But I didn't ta

a co

my mom, who depended on my father's resources to stay alive in

't it? Like I'm makin

top all the suffering you were about to endure. I'd get to know you as I sh

y regr

s willing to be a pi

getting close to me, and I wanted to respond, I even year

med, and deep down, I believed that I was just as fi

y destroyed you;

ess in your eyes – the one that said you were ready to give up. And I realized t

e the happiest of my life. I regret none of it. I was willing to do w

I found my father in the orchard, trying to end his life. I saved him. I couldn't let him die, even though

of pain, Greta. But if one of u

saying

rve a better life. I hope you'll find peace and freedom, that you'll go on adv

n only walk wit

for my death. She is the true survivor here, a warrior who has fought her w

se, offer her a

ieve that you deserve happine

ing – it was an honor to be your boyfriend, th

ve y

of yourself from

pulled in, he suddenly grasped my hand and started to cry, apologizing for not protecting

brace, for his apology, for his love and attenti

past. Look, Erik turned himself in. I go

believe my words, still holding o

with a smile. "I haven't h

nd, and at the last moment

mic rumbling of the train lulled

time, in my dream, I was standing in the warm afternoon sun, holding hands with a boy w

face, but I knew