Chapter 320 Butterflies In Your Stomach

• For the rest of the morning, I desperately try not to think about Neil. Whoever he’s in love with, I won’t be offended by it. The hurt I feel has nothing to do with this new person. She must be great for her to have won Neil’s affections.
• The hurt is my own loss, my own problem. I let my feelings for Neil – hell, for all the brothers – overrule reason, and now I am the one who has to deal with the fallout.
• I try not to sulk, but it’s hard. The grief is agony. I feel the loss deeply: what could have been, what almost was.