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I want to text you, so I text that bartender I met in Portland, instead. I let him tell me all the dirty things he’d do to me if I let him fly me there.

Because I didn’t love myself. Because I was too afraid to dig in and tap into what was inside. Because I wasn’t giving myself a chance.

Listen, I’m not ready for a relationship, but I’m down as fuck for a summer fling.

You want to say no to that second date, SAY NO. Don’t worry about hurting his feelings.

I fell in love with Denver and into disappointment with men once again.

I’ve got your name branded on my skin, and it’s got me thinking about tattoos, about the things I would have to do to erase you.

“At least I don’t do crystal meth in the bathroom all night long, bitch.”

I know you. I know you in ways they never will. The things she hates, are things I love, things I know I could accommodate in my life.