A Restaurant in New York
Sep 2, 2018 · 3 min read
Scarlett and I haven’t spoken in years. But here we are, sitting across the table from one another.
The person I once claimed was the girl of my dreams started dating — and married — a person I despised. I moved on by burying myself in a writing dream in California.
It’s been years since I thought about the girl who, it appears now, got away.


