Tag Archives: Short story

“I’ll do whatever you want baby”

Now, I’m pushing and pushing him away. Unplanned he was leaving Palo Alto and I was driving that way. Unplanned he kept comforting me and I kept pushing him away. I know, one day, this will come back and break my … Continue reading

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In his book …

I read the chapter in his book about him falling in love with a beautiful Tibetan-Indian. About their passionate love making. About his weaknesses and vulnerabilities for her. Unlike all the other chapters, this was very well written. It felt … Continue reading

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here, take my number

“How was drinks yesterday? Hold up, what is it you’re looking so anxious about now?” “I’m just worried I’m gonna mess this up. I’m gonna do something he doesn’t like, and he’ll hear about it and he won’t stay.” “Do you … Continue reading

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We broke up.

“… And he was so harsh.” “People always say mean things when they’re fighting. That’s normal.” “I don’t. And I want someone who’s more compassionate, even when he’s angry. You know, so he would still walk me to my car, … Continue reading

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Is this you?

I don’t know if it’s hard for me to read you because, because you’re trying so hard to play me. Or maybe you haven’t figured yourself out yet. And likely, you are just hard to read. I literally can’t put … 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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Here’s looking at you kid

I have a way of making one feel like they are the centre of my world. The soft sheets are best with them; the short stories are written about them; the weekend is spread open for them … Do you honestly believe I have nothing … Continue reading

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