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today, metaphorically, ibrahim walked out on me. he gave up on trying to be civil until he comes home in a week and now i'm alone. the sad thing is, yesterday was the first time i've been invited into his house. i sat and talked to his mom for 10 minutes. after i left his house i was so hopeful, convincing myself he was going to come home and we were going to fall in love all over again. i feel like i wasted a year and a half. i feel like he abandoned me. i'm hanging on this clothes line, drying out in the cold sun.