Northern_Lights_2017

75 like him. Ever since Rhett and I parted ways after college, I haven’t dated anyone. I don’t want to date anyone. I have had a few first dates here and there, but none special enough where I would care to go on a second. They’re not Rhett, and I don’t want anyone else but him. Rhett made me believe in wanting to fall in love, wanting to get married, wanting to have kids. I don’t want that future with anyone else. Instead, I’m sitting here at my computer scrolling through Facebook once again. Rhett and his fiancée—I refuse to call her anything more—already have a combined account with matching last names and everything. That should be me. That should be me. That should be me. I thought about going to the wedding, but instead I’m sitting here sipping a Club Soda and wondering what could have been. Can I end the story like that? Should I say “The End”? Wait, no, I think just fairytales end like that. Let’s go with, “They lived happily ever after” for Rhett and his fiancée, and “That’s it” for me.