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This one is for you P

I’m having those thoughts again. Sad, lonely, empty heart, thoughts. Sad that he wasn’t the person for me. What I needed was consistency and daily connection. It was simple, I needed daily connection. When I finally understood he couldn’t give … Continue reading

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InstaPain

In modern times like these, our wolds are so converging, so connected, so easy to feel pain. He posted a picture, of a picture, of a girl in Mykonos, with the caption: “I met the most beautiful girl in the … Continue reading

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Does anyone else track dates?

On July 4, 2018, I lost my best friend. I made a decision that did not feel like it was me making it; I made the decision to stop. It was a hard time. Truely difficult. I had built this … Continue reading

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I smelled like him, breeze, fog and disgust

It’s time. My mouth smelled like him. It wasn’t sexy or nostalgic or endearing this time. I left in the morning, sad that I had to feel what I did in order to understand it was time to end things. … Continue reading

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I really don’t want to put you on here

I tried to tell him we needed to stop. We needed to break up. I tried to tell him, “I’m in my thirties, we can’t keep acting like teenagers. Jumping into bed at all hours of the day. Really, we … Continue reading

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In his heart

“Say you love me.” “What?” “Just say you love me, I know you won’t mean it, I just want to hear you say it to me.” My heart broke exponentially, my voice cracked, “I love feeling you…” I stopped and … Continue reading

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Wanna go away with me baby?

“I can’t come with you to Vegas,” she said, matter of fact. “Baby, why? Please.” He reached out for her hand, eyes somber, yet like his usual self, glimmering and hopeful. “Because every time I go, I make out with … Continue reading

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