I make sure to hold everything in until I am out of sight, and when I am, I crack.Tears run down my face. I don’t this! Why am I crying? I never cry! I’m the big, tough, Bernard. Not the boy who cries over a girl.

When I get home there are no cars in the driveway, so I’m alone, better. I run inside to find a note on the table…from….from Lee? God, not him again.

Dear Bernard,

Just wanted to say sorry for everything I did in the past. I’m sure this won’t mean anything to you, and…but I’m sorry.I have a girlfriend of my own now, Abby, and I know now what love is. I messed up bad, but I’ll never to it agian. You two were made for each other -

I then throw it in the trash. What does he know!

The anger mixs with the despiar now.I run to my room and pull out the box with all the pictures of Faith and I through the years out and run back to the kitchen,turn a burner on, and watch them go up in flames.

I’ve never cried so much in my life, and she hasn’t even dumped me yet.