Jenny
I'm moving on, Jenny told herself. She'd been telling herself that for two years; ever since Yasmin left. When she returned to school. When she went for job interviews. Worked for promotions. Bought a flat.
I'm not in love with Yasmin any more, I'm really not. I just worry about her. I can't stop caring. Sometimes I wish I could; I'm never going to see her again. I know that.
I want to move on. But at the back of every conversation; through every friendship, Yasmin's ghost sits beside me. There's no one I can tell about her and me. There's no one I trust enough for that. There's no one I trust how I trusted Yasmin. It's laughable; the one person I could ever trust lied to me constantly.
This is stupid. I don't believe in 'true love', never have. I doubt we'd still be together anyway. We were fourteen! It was probably ninety percent hormones; for all I know we'd hate each other if we met now. It was a long time ago.
You wouldn't want me to come after you. You wanted a clean break. Fair enough. I just wonder if you even considered how much it hurt me, or if you acted on impulse, like a scared child.
Please, please be alright. Please forgive me for not noticing. You were falling to pieces before my very eyes and I saw nothing wrong. Why did you leave it so long to tell me? Didn't you trust me? Do you still love me, Yasmin? Do you think of me?
Never forget. You said they'd make you forget, but you can't let them. You can't let them take something that important away from you.
I'm not in love with her anymore. Truly, I'm not.
Oh God, Yasmin, please get in touch. You know how I worry…