It's cool, I'm taking it back.

Yesterday was the perfect day to lay in the sun and read a book, so I did exactly that.

It was the first time I'd been to that park since Matt broke up with me there.

"You ruined this place for me," he had said; "I won't even be able to drive by here anymore." But he moved away. Hours away, where he doesn't have to cross the river and remember all the time we spent walking along it together.

People constantly move the picnic benches around at the park, so I'll never be sure which one is the one. The one where he sang "Love Hurts (but sometimes it's a good hurt)," the one where he held me tight and made me promise not to cry, the one where he kissed me goodbye and I saw the look in his eyes and realized it was hurting him too.

I'm going to throw the necklace into the river. Maybe it'll keep me from dreaming about him again.

I'm alright. I really am.