ection of tall buildings that made me feel small and alone. I went to my classes, sat in the back, and said nothing. The passion I
t, was now barely passing. I couldn' t focus. David' s words echoed i
wn judgment anymore. I had given my whole heart to someone who thr
ere was David at a beach party in Santa Monica, beer in hand, a wide, carefree smile on his face. There he was with a group
in. He was living his dream while
David, standing on a cliff overlooking the ocean at sunset. Next to him was a girl, her head on
roat. I remembered a conv
ut," I had told him, showing him my pho
oring, Sarah. All that walking and swe
ject, feeling stupid
on a cliff and watch the sunset. It wasn' t that he h
at he left. It was that he was becoming a different, better person for someone else. All the t
Was I really that suffocating?
tudy for a test. The friends I drifted away from because he didn' t like them. I had tailored my life to fit
still
for being left, but for how much of myself I had lost along the way. I wasn' t just S
out him,
s just a ghost haunting a life