July 14th, 2016

Dear diary,

He came to my house today, demanding to see me. Both my mom and dad told him to leave, but he he didn't. I had to go talk to him downstairs to make him leave.

"Please, Betty. I miss you for you. Not what you did for me. Please," he begged. "I still love you."

"No, you love the thought of me, right? I bet you don't know anything about me because you never asked."

His face held desperation and shock. "No! I do know things about you!"

I crossed my arms and leaned on the doorway. "What's my favorite color?" The most basic question I could've asked him.

"Green," he said without any hesitation.

"Wrong. It's orange. Thanks for stopping by, but you can leave now and never come back." I went to close the door, but he placed his foot there.

"Look, I'm sorry. The truth is...I was using you. But now that you're out of my life, I realized what I'm missing out on. Please give me another chance. I love you," he begged.

"No you don't if you truly loved me, you wouldn't have done any of that in the first place. I hope you have a good life," I said before shutting the door in his broken hearted face.

I hope he doesn't come back. I might forgive him if I see him again.

And I don't want that.

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