Now that I’m ready to talk about it, I might as well blog about it: Prescott and I ended our relationship earlier this summer. It was difficult and rough, but it was time. We were together off and on for seven years; in that time, even when we were apart, I don’t think we belonged to anyone but each other. I spent over a quarter of my life with that boy, I grew up with him in those seven years. He made me cry, he made me laugh, he drove me insane at times. But I always loved him, and…
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