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2 years post London; 6 years pre San Francisco: whenever i get annoyed at you, i start missing you within the hour and i forget all about your hurful behavior. i tell myself to ‘be cool’, and i know all … Continue reading
Love is not your perpetual anger following a two minute show of vulnerability. Love is not pretending you are okay with the Friday night arrangement. Love is not fearing your texts will go unanswered. Love is not about who cares … Continue reading
That last night, you held me, so tight as if you knew. I left with your marks, and couldn’t stop being reminded of you at every mirror. Your lifestyle made you silent, and your obscurity made you stay that way. I’m no … Continue reading
This time I had a plan. I wasn’t going to get lost in the movie scene he funded, or swoon and stay frozen in that long awaiting embrace. I couldn’t forget my broken tears because his arms were so strong … Continue reading
Whilst he sat back, comfortable and indifferent, he revealed, “You know, I liked you for longer”. In that room, just the two of them, his voice rang hazy in her ears; somehow he managed to phrase it and exaggerate the … Continue reading
“Why do you always runaway? We have one great day and you do that thing where I have to back off”. “You mean I’m mean and moody and can’t open myself up?” “Yes! Why do you do it? You know … Continue reading
Eyes depleted, blinking fast, breath held in. She was shocked by what she was just told. Turning her head away, closing her eyes, she willed the image out of her mind. Every pounding part of her shook its head and … Continue reading