Oh, my heart hurts.

I saw G this weekend. He was sweet, he was wonderful, he drove me insane.

"I don't want to be friends with benefits," I told him. He was holding my hands, and I was crying.

"You're not," he tried to assure me. "You're not."

I told him something needed to give. I couldn't go on in this horrible limbo.

"I will write you something," he said, but I doubt he will.

"Oh, my beautiful Rosie," he said, tucking hair behind my ear and wiping away a tear with his thumb. I pressed my cheek into his hand.

"I have to go," I said. My ride had been waiting for me for too long already.

"Can I call you?" he asked.

I didn't answer. I just cried.

And shit, I'm crying again.

.

Rosie.

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