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I Can’t Do Romance Anymore

It feels like a box of illusions when I long for something real

Photo by Andrii Omelnytskyi on Scopio

Earlier this year, just a few months ago, I could not wait to get a bouquet of flowers from the man I was dating. I’ve never gotten flowers from a boyfriend before.

The 16-year-old girl in me was so excited because I was finally dating a grown up. Someone who knew how to woo a lady…

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I will write until I’m free.

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Yael Wolfe

Yael Wolfe

I just want to be a big, bad wolf. | Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/gleDcD | Email: welcome@yaelwolfe.com

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