Bye, Baby

by Carola Lovering

Tell your friends to use birth control unless they want a vagasshole.”

“Basic, but lovely.” I clink my mug against hers. “My vibe precisely.”

He thinks social media is a Gen Z time suck.

And isn’t that a requisite of loving someone—to grow complacent to their most fatal flaw? To suppress the urge to change them until it all but disappears? The practice resembles acceptance, but the process is more painful. It’s more like sacrifice.

“But a wise friend once told me that you can’t fuck up what’s meant for you.”

Of the love between two best friends that dies but doesn’t disappear. There’s still the soul of that love. It goes somewhere.