23. Living in San Francisco.
Being around him again was like putting on an old sweater. A soft and comfy one. The kind that you pulled out of the back of your closet after a long time of not wearing it. You try it on, hoping that you’ll no longer care for it and can give it away. But then you realize it still…
Now that I’m in a better place in my life and finally beginning to move on, I thought I would try Tinder for the pure amusement of getting my flirt on and…
Dear guy I’m crushing on,
You don’t know who you are, but I am writing this to thank you.
Thank you for coming up out of nowhere and breaking my obsession with my breakup.
“It comes in waves,” my therapist often tells me when I come in overwhelmed by grief. For me, every wave comes in from a different direction. From the east, where the sun rises, the good memories build. I am bathed in the warmth of their glow until the wave is too high. I am cold in the…
He wakes up from a mostly restful slumber. For the first time in a while, he didn’t dream about you. He sighs a relief to himself that he didn’t have to miss you even in his sleep for at least one night. But he still feels an ache. As he brushes his teeth, the persistent…