Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been looking for you. Thank god you’re still here Continue reading

We walked back to my car after the movie just now, just like we did at the very beginning. Except- the theatre is struggling. Neither of us work there anymore. We’re both leaving. Our ex-manager asked us to stay for a sec after the movie. She said she was leaving, too, and wanted to catch Continue reading

I’m so sick of crying. Tomorrow was gonna be our 7 month anniversary. Sevens across the board. Our favorite number. The pink crystal necklace I gave her at the beginning snapped apart today. The neighbor’s cats are sad. She was their favorite. Her toothbrush is still next to mine. The shower is still wet from Continue reading

Write your pros and cons, Julia said. And then talk, she said. I told the first girl that she wasn’t the first to cry in my aunt and uncle’s guest bed. God I was such a bitch. I left her. Like actually left her with my family. She left right when the next girl started Continue reading

Thought she was a butterfly, saw butter everywhere. but I think I was wrong. She’s a moth. Continue reading

The next time it happens, what do you need to hear from me, my love? Continue reading

We have our favorite numbers. We practice them with our lips. Three is a solid choice, we hate four because it reminds me of the mandarin word for death. Five is fine, I guess. Six is pretty good cause of 666 and she likes that… but seven. Seven is our favorite. Seven is different. Seven Continue reading

It’s not all-consuming the way people say. It’s the way she pulled me into the bathroom and tenderly clipped my fingernails between my knees after I said my nails had been bothering me the entire day. It’s the snapped crocodile clip that she fixed and painted pink hanging from my curtain. It’s the utility tool Continue reading

We went on a picnic today. It was her first time. We fed each other tacos and sat shirtless in the sun. She sighed into my skin three times, and the sky witnessed it all. Continue reading

So this is what spring air tastes like. I guess this is how my fingernails feel. I’m excited about cinnamon raisin toast, something I haven’t had in over a decade. I knew I’d feel different but I never thought in a million years I’d remember and feel what it was like to feel and notice Continue reading