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Last night I went out to dinner with a friend. She is relocating to Germany with her new husband. When I get home, I send a text to AJ at 9:51pm Me: hello?  Silence. Today at 7:22am I send another text: Me: hello? Why are you ignoring me?  21 minutes later  AJ: I don't think its a good idea if we communicate anymore until you get over that fuck boy who played you for 2 months. I've gone FAR above and beyond more than anyone would do in my place.  Ive just reached my limit.  I know you understand.  I'm sorry. I know why he’s upset, I haven’t taken down my highlight of Lewis on Instagram. He’s been bugging me to do it. He said I never made one for him, ummm did he forget he’s married? I do contemplate about removing it, I don’t want to because it’s mine. I know I have pictures of him still, but those are my memories. I don’t think he had the right to tell me what to do. I call him, he doesn’t answer. I call three more times, straight to voicemail. He sends me...

What Becomes of a Broken Heart

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Forget Disney lying, rom-coms lie just as much if not more. Men do not chase after you when you flee in a moment of spite or anger, John Cusack is not waiting outside your room with a boom box declaring his undying love for you and Matthew McConaughey is most certainly not driving after you on the Brooklyn Bridge causing all traffic havoc to get you to pull over so that he can apologize and tell you he wants you back. No, those are a work of fiction, not reality. Ok, the most realistic rom-com is probably The Break-Up, where Jennifer’s character tries to make a point and they end up breaking up for real. That shit happens. I definitely have a skewed idea of how men should act during and after a fight.  And every time I was in a fight, I am constantly disappointed that it never happened like the movies. I am a terrible fighter, my toxic trait is saying that we should break up before we even discuss the situation at hand. I behave so impetuously that I’m so used to it and I nev...

Can We Kiss Forever?

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March 3 Today is your birthday and I am restless .  It’s 1:34 am and I nonchalantly decide I would text you, even though I know it’s futile. I text:  Me: I know you’ll ignore this, like everything I’ve sent you. Happy Birthday. Shocker, no reply. I know what you’re thinking, he’s playing hard to get and I should just show up at his place unannounced, right? I mean, he’s clearly obsessed with me.  No response is a response, I know that; I should just pick up what dignity I have left and move the fuck on. I just can’t seem to grasp it right now. That was going to be my last-ditch effort. I really just wanted to be sincere and let him know that I was thinking of him on his day. But that wasn’t a very good text, I should have put more thought into it, but then again it was 1:30 in the morning, so fuck it.   The more days pass, I begin to lose hope that he’ll return. But what makes me think he will return in the first place? They say everything happens for a reason; then ...