It seems that there was a conflict of decisions by her parents. I was trying so hard to shrug it off and concentrate on the now. But I was so crushed and disappointed. I had actually believed that it was all over. I wasn't angry with her... I was just disappointed with the situation.
And it was so difficult trying to behave proper and smile and enjoy the conversation when my mind was a million miles away planning my next move.
Maybe I should have only celebrated and considered it over when I had it in my hand. But now the joy is gone and the sadness is back, the sadness that feels like something deserved, the price of some not-quite betrayal.
Oh well. I'll figure this out.
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