This story is fan fiction therapy in its truest form. Originally, I had never planned on writing a sequel to Boy Meets Girl. THen, in early 2004, I broke up with my boyfriend of five months. Suffice it to say that it wasn't the best of break-ups. The first part of thi story is based on the phone conversation that we had that night and the rest of the story sort of fell into place from there.
So, why did it take me two years to post this?
Because, I've been debating that long about whether or not I should post it. In a way, it felt too personal to be exposed to the general public. Obviously, I'm over that now for the most part.
And so, on to the story...
