They Called Me a Saint—Then Her Phone Exposed Who I Really Was

everyone comfortable.

I stopped trying to be the saint.

Because saints don’t get to be human.

Saints don’t get to say, That hurt.

Saints don’t get to say, I mattered too.

I mattered.

Even if she didn’t treat me like it.

Even if her mother wanted me to disappear into duty.

Even if strangers on the internet wanted a clean ending.

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