Also, I think it's time I have a nice long cry and read all Devons letters and look at his pictures then put them away. For good or bad, but that little purple box on my shelf is making me insane. Every time I notice it I cringe. I'm not that girl any longer, I don't yearn for him the way I did 5 months ago. Or even two months ago. I would like to believe I've moved on and grown up and my Devon season has passed. He doesn't need my thoughts any more and I am too good for him.
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