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Part Four
I moved home for the Summer and left sweet Nathan behind. But not really. We talked every day. Texted all day. Talked on the phone all night. It was so easy to talk to him. I was so happy to just be apart of his life. He was like sunshine in the sadness that has engulfed me the past few months. He talked about taking a trip out to see me. I got my hopes really high. One night, after getting of the phone, he sent me a text.
Nathan: I love you.
Me: What does that mean?
Nathan: I don't know right now.
Needless to say, we were both confused. The summer flew by quickly. I was very busy and enjoying the time, but I still missed Nathan. We talked daily until the last month or so, where I suddenly stopped hearing from him. I let myself think he gave up. I started giving up. I let my heart wander a bit. I started writing a missionary and went on a few dates. A few days before I was set to return to Utah, I finally got a hold of Nathan.
(This is where Nathan is the dumb one in our story. He broke his phone and didn't have the money to replace it. But did he tell me that? Nope. He just kinda acted like us not talking for so long was a normal thing. No big deal. Dummy).
We talked about me coming back and he was so excited, even though I would be living in Provo instead of in Salt Lake again. I wanted to bring up the whole no communication for weeks things, but who was I to say anything. I was the one who wanted to be "just friends." And he never gave me the excuse, until months later. So I was kinda hurt. And then he let it slip that he had kinda been dating someone. And then I was REALLY hurt. And I decided I was not going to date him at all when I got back.
That was my resolve.
And I was sticking to it.
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