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?

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.