So I showed my art teacher my latest piece and I explained further about relationships and moving on. She took off her glasses, turned to me and said,
"I hope doing this coursework will make you feel better."
I sobbed, right there, as she held me close and said, "It's painful, I know."
I don't how she knows. It's like she's a mind reader or something. I didn't utter a word about him.
"He's not ready for you. You are special, remember that. It's not your fault."
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