After I picked him up from the airport, he told me we weren’t going to work out in a Dunkin parking lot. I begged for a chance to try again, and he came back to my parents’ house for a couple days. He broke up with me for real a few days later.
I was furious and then devastated. I wrote him a 15-page letter telling him I loved him and wanted to marry him. He responded with a cold email that he didn’t love me in return. We’ve never spoken again.
Three years later he married my best friend. She is no longer my best friend.
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