Tag Archives: moving on

Fridays was boys only 🚫

Is there something I’m doing wrong? Is there something I should be doing differently? For the life me I can’t understand why you don’t try to plan to see me on Fridays. Why not tell me to join you in … Continue reading

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A short story about separation

[from A’s memory]: She looked me in the eye and told me how much my words hurt her, how my actions and lack of effort effectively left her feeling unwanted. That our time spent together, she could only cringe when remembering: … Continue reading

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Here’s a reminder 

Less than a week ago, I had lunch with my ex and his new wife. The one I cried over for months and months, the one I imagined I could tear down walls for, the one I thought understood me … Continue reading

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He met someone.

It burnt me. How could he have met someone and I hadn’t// How could he be with someone so soon after and I wasn’t. It burnt me, it really did. I thought and thought, and justified that he was a … Continue reading

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WYMM ?

“That’s a real serious question, it would shock anyone into silence. What did you expect him to say?” “But is it? Was it that shocking in our circumstance? He knew I fucking adored him, he knew I would do anything for … Continue reading

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I have always hated your world.

You think I’ve forgiven you? I have not, not even close. I want you to feel real heartbreak and endlessly cry because of it. Sob, scrub your tears and punch the wall. Once, and then a second time, because the … Continue reading

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my brain can’t unsee what it sees in this field of transition

I wonder if I’m over him. I Always think about him, I mean I used to Always think about him. Every highway, every lyric, every sun ray. But now some days, I don’t think about him at All. Strangely, like … Continue reading

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