I’m Done With You

I’m done justifying why you left. Done playing Russian Roulette with our memories. Like maybe if I had been the one to pull the trigger, I could have walked away with some dignity.

What Does A Flirt Look Like?

I looked over my shoulder and caught my reflection in the mirror. Was the freckled, petite goofball I saw staring back at me secretly a flirt? Had she been deceiving me this whole time? Was my lovable neurosis an act?