“You’ll be happy in no time,” he said. ”We have all loved and have had it not returned and everybody’s fine.” She hated him for saying this.  It was comforting,  painful, condescending and true at the same time. She went to bed angry and woke up refreshed.  Why should she care that he didn’t love her? There was a world to explore, new friends to meet, experiences to be had…all of which would bury the memory of him.

She figured if he could be so casual and callous about the whole thing, the experience wasn’t what she thought it was anyway. He was not who she thought he was. And, if he wasn’t that person, it wasn’t love.  This meant there was really very little reason to be heartbroken at all.

She decided to step forward but suddenly stopped. She knew he was lying.  Should she turn back and try and to pull him forward as she wanted to? No. She had done that enough. He’d have to run after her to ever hold her hand again.

“Goodbye,  foolish boy,” she whispered as she ran into the woods.