Here is chapter 2! Enjoy!

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Lizzie's POV

Did I love him? Or did I just think he was good-looking? Don't get me wrong, he was, but when I was with him, everything felt right.

I thought I loved Davie, but I failed to see what an asshole he was. I guess I never really understood love, maybe I never will. I should have listened to my mom and not rushed into marriage like I did.

But Davie is gone, Frankie knows the truth, and I don't have to write those letters anymore. Then why am I not happy?

I guess Marie is right, I am a nervous wreck. Or am I lovesick? I didn't even know his name, yet he was everything I was looking for since I left Davie. I wonder what he is doing right now, and whether he is thinking of Frankie…and me.