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But maybe, just maybe, February isn’t cursed…
Maybe it’s just honest.
It’s that last bit of frost that needs to melt before the healing season. And depending on how you look at it, it’s the end of cuffing season.
The frost is melting.
People want to rediscover themselves.
I’m coming to understand maybe Mr. Andrews needing more freedom.
Maybe February is just that last moment before the first blade of green grass is spotted. Before the flowers bloom and you get to too.
And maybe being left doesn’t mean I wasn’t worth staying for…
It just means I haven’t met someone yet who knows how to stay.
And for that, then this is definitely the best decision.
By Andrea SquillanteBut maybe, just maybe, February isn’t cursed…
Maybe it’s just honest.
It’s that last bit of frost that needs to melt before the healing season. And depending on how you look at it, it’s the end of cuffing season.
The frost is melting.
People want to rediscover themselves.
I’m coming to understand maybe Mr. Andrews needing more freedom.
Maybe February is just that last moment before the first blade of green grass is spotted. Before the flowers bloom and you get to too.
And maybe being left doesn’t mean I wasn’t worth staying for…
It just means I haven’t met someone yet who knows how to stay.
And for that, then this is definitely the best decision.