To The Last Person I Kissed
Maybe, deep down, I knew it wasn’t the right time. And it wasn’t. It still isn’t.
Maybe, deep down, I knew it wasn’t the right time. And it wasn’t. It still isn’t.
You were my everything, and then in the blink of an eye, you became my nothing.
“I’ve begun seeking out married women. Almost exclusively. I would say at least 50. It’s shocking how easy it is.”
Still, I wonder, do you ever think of me? Is this heartache something I feel alone?
Have you ever tried sleeping with a broken heart? A yearning heart?
It’s time for me to move forward and heal my soul.
True love is one sick bitch.
When I moved to Chicago for grad school as a 24 year old socially awkward virgin, Tinder became my saving grace. Initially…
I think about all of the amazing times we’ve had and how alive you made me feel. Letting you go was a mistake.
I am twenty-two years old and I have decided that I will not have children. I know what you’re thinking. “Oh, she’s young, she will change her mind.” No, I won’t.