TWO YEARS to get over you: MY BEST WEDNESDAY EVER

Do I like ginger-scented or ginger-flavored things? Heck no. But he did. I’d bought it for him. I wore it because he liked the smell of it, and the taste of it on my lips. 

I grimaced. How many times, and in how many ways, had I compromised my authenticity to please him?

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My Evening at a Hostel

“So do you like… wanna smoke weed?” he offered, shrugging cutely. I’ll mention here that marijuana has been legalized in Washington. I remembered my out-of-mind experience in Denver and frowned. “Oh, I so appreciate you asking, but it gives me such anxiety—-” I paused. “But how about we meet for coffee tomorrow morning instead?” I offered brightly.

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Airports, Dreams, and Josie

I pause, realizing that “her” is Josie. Josie, who looks to be maybe 6 months old and who has a blue bow strapped around her forehead and an adorable pink-and-blue owl shirt on.

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How hurting has helped me

I love him, and he doesn’t speak to me. I love him, and he doesn’t hold my hand. I love him, and he doesn’t dance with me. And I love him. 

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