Don’t go on OKCupid and search for a boy like you’re shopping for shoes. Don’t pick one that’s just above six feet tall with a cute face and a journalism degree. Don’t send him a cute two-line message asking an inane question whose true purpose is to lure him into asking you out all on his own.
“After that moment, I realized that I had to take care of their daughter, at least until I paid them back.”
I wanted an answer, a remedy, something concrete. But love doesn’t always give you those things. And heartbreak damn sure doesn’t.
Around 10:30 I get there, music is blasting but the backroom is completely empty. The bartender asks me where my friends are at and I told them they all must be running late.
Whatever it takes to keep my cheating secret.
My mother once told me that the kindest thing anyone could ever say to you is:
“You feel like home.”
I’ll turn my home into a skeleton of the place I used to love leaving never gets any easier.
We hurt people because life is made up of choices, and with every choice is a possibility that someone will be hurt by the outcome.
I’m sorry for letting you think that what had happened – the tragedy that was us – was your fault when really, I knew how tragic it was right from the start.
Well here is the truth, I was raised just like you.
A sin is a sin, no one is any worse, isn’t that true?