High School Part duh Grow Up

He did have a point. It was none of her business.

She shouldn’t care where he went on Friday nights, or what he was thinking Sunday mornings, or who his girlfriend was.
She shouldn’t expect him to walk her to class or get her lunch.
She didn’t need him to crack her knuckles or rub her back.

But all these things she suddenly wanted.

She wanted him to return to that point of infatuation that had frightened her so much.
She wanted chills when he entered a room again.

The truth was that she had never had a problem moving on.
The sting of loneliness was always gone in a few days.
The part that always gave her trouble was being moved on from.
She never accepted when someone stopped loving her.
And this was just another classic example.

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