To The Girls Who Think That What Happened Was Somehow Their Fault
You won’t explain the lessons you learned that night,
How one’s own body can grow unrecognizable in an instant
You won’t explain the lessons you learned that night,
How one’s own body can grow unrecognizable in an instant
He has been well aware of my anti-Trump position, my much more left-winged political views and my discomfort with all that Trump has done. I did not vote for Trump.
I still remember our inside jokes, the feeling of me wrapped in your arms, the sound of my name being spoken by your lips
It’s difficult to describe the sensation to you now, but in the moment everything felt perfectly rational.
If you saw the brokenness in her eyes, then maybe you would think twice about never letting her in.
I just couldn’t look you in the eyes anymore to convince myself everything hasn’t changed. Because it has. You changed.
In another life, maybe we could have made it work. But for now, I have to be selfish and do what I think is right.
There are no one-liners. No eloquent declarations of love. Things were never so tender.
When we see something that we could feed to our starving egos, we sprint right to it and attack. But we are so engrossed with feeding and boosting our own egos that that we forget what we feed on – other women’s’ self esteem.
“Ice cream truck? Oh…” A dawning realization mixed with a genuine, confused innocence crept over her face. “Right, I don’t know where it went. What happened to you?”