Broke my heart
‘Rock, I’m sorry b—’
‘No, Arianna. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for letting things get so out of hand between us. Don’t worry, you’ve made your feelings clear. You don’t have to worry anymore. I’ll leave you the fuck alone the way you want.’
He stood, dressed with anger, then left me alone in the tent. Still naked, covered by the sleeping bag, with tears I allowed to fall once he was gone.
Rejecting him broke my heart. Destroyed me in a way I hadn’t expected. Yet there was no taking it back.
Until next time,
