colleen225
they started rebuilding the house six months after the hurricane. i walked through, trying to collect my sodden belongings. my clothes and books and papers were molded beyond repair. i left with pockets full of paper clips and rubber bands. they were all that remained.
it difficult to distinguish the moment when one emotion goes to another. i thought i loved one boy. but there was a pull to another. i thought i loved one boy. and then i began to resent him. but i'd loved him for two years. but i hated being around him. i don't know if the hate morphed when the other love began. it's too complex to define.