It’s not the first time someone hasn’t shown up when they said they would, but it’s the first time that you’ve asked me out since we started fucking again. I grab the vegetables. Dice away, as I watch other people fall in love on television.
It is nighttime. I am alone. A text comes through from a beautiful woman that I dated when she was still a girl. We ended poorly, but she tells me that she doesn’t regret the time that we spent together. Neither do I. Her smile felt like sunshine. She was the closest thing that I’d ever found to home, but she was headed East and myself West, and time wasn’t slowing down for a weekend romance. She never knew I fell along the way.
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