Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read
an excerpt from a book I’ll never write #2
“You look different” she says to me. Her curious eyes wandering over my expression and my posture. Trying to figure out what has changed.
I give a small smile and look down. I tuck my hair behind my ear.
“I feel different,” I say simply.
I have long forsaken those nights huddled in my bed and the dark ovals that clutched to the skin under my eyes have disappeared. I blush, a sweet red brings colors to my cheeks when sometime ago only tears stained them.
“I learned how to be alone,” I give her a half smile. Her eyes cloud in confusion.
“You like being alone?”
“No, I learned how to be. You can’t rely on someone to always be there”
