I watched Juno alone, in the theatre, feeling sorry for myself.
I ate a single whopper, self conscious about the sound of the wrapping, as I didn't want it to draw attention to the fact that I was eating a single whopper by myself watching Juno.
The boy in the movie was such a sweetheart.
I hated him.
I ducked out before the credits, before anyone else, and went down the stairs.
Sitting on the bench, outside the theatre, was him.
He was sorry.