Chapter 32

I’m driving house. We are leaving tomorrow, so I think I will drive tonight. I'm a little nervous, and my heartbeat has been Fritz today for some reason, identified as a reason, her name is Ina. I rolled down the car window, hoping that the fresh air would calm my beating heart, and then turned on the radio, hoping to distract me. The girl who broke my heart is only thirty minutes away from me. I seem to know this very well. "You're not going to love anymore," I muttered to myself, trying to calm my beating heart. When I told myself time and time again that I no longer love her, my nerves relaxed a little bit. I relax on the chair a little bit as the next song plays on the radio-James Arthur "trumpet" in the space. "The first sentence of this song says that I don’t care about a girl he must have loved. This is surprisingly similar to my situation. When he said that he might be lying to himself, the last sentence was very loud, and this recognition hit me like a brick. It's time to walk