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“From the first time we met as freshmen, when you said your name was Hannah Torres, I
remembered it…”
Jordan’s story made me see my foolish younger self in a new light.
had fallen for me even earlier than I had for him.
He was just a step too late in confessing.
And the way I expressed my feelings was wrong from the very beginning
I tempted him with what he lacked the most.
That made it hard for him to speak up.
He had actually said many times that he liked me.
But no one believed him.
Everyone thought he was lying, just trying to please me.
Eventually, I believed it, and even he almost started to believe it too.
Was he in love with Hannah, or just with my help paying his grandfather’s medical bills?
After being mocked countless times and realizing the gap between us over and over again, Jordan couldn’t figure it out himself anymore.
He was conflicted and twisted, torturing himself day after day.
Anyone else could help him.
But I couldn’t.
Because money would taint the love.
If Jordan hadn’t been so strong–willed, he could have just relaxed and stayed by my
side.
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But he didn’t.
And it was because he didn’t that he was the boy I loved,
Jordan picked up an orange and started slicing it slowly,
I suddenly remembered the day we met again.
“What did you mean by what you said that day?”
“You can say things out of anger, but I can’t? I thought you got tired of me and dumped me, then disappeared for four years like you were avoiding me on purpose, and I cant be mad?”
I guess he could.
“But Elena said you hated me.”
“I’m sorry. That was my fault for not refuting her in time.*
Jordan carefully sliced the last piece and sighed softly.
“After all, I thought you really… didn’t want me anymore.”
Snow was falling outside the window.
It made the room feel dry and warm.
At that moment, I finally knew for sure that the boy was making his way back to me over
the time.
