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Peaches, Situationships, and Emotional Rollercoasters: A Love Story in Fruit
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The text came in from my best friend, as dramatic as ever: “Guess who went on a date?” Ah, yes. The date. I knew it was coming. Call it intuition, or maybe the constant chaos of the Drama Gods, but I could already feel the waves of disappointment crashing over me. Spoiler alert: it was him. The guy I’d been pouring my mental energy into — the guy who could finish my jokes, match my wit, and debate financial markets with the same intensity as he argued about the morality of time travel. You know, just your typical perfect guy.
But no, I didn’t get the happily ever after. In some alternate universe, maybe we were sipping coffee at midnight, bickering over whose playlist was better while quoting obscure Marvel references. But in this universe? He used me. Not in the obvious, “Oh, you’re a terrible person” kind of way, but more like a mental and emotional sponge. I became his go-to sounding board, the source of clever banter and unending validation. And now? He was off on a date with someone else, leaving me to question the most fundamental question of all: Was I ever “good enough”?
For a split second, I thought, Maybe I wasn’t funny enough. Maybe I wasn’t smart enough. Maybe… But then I remembered: You can be the juiciest peach in…
