Greta & Valdin

by Rebecca K. Reilly

I was so deep inside how bad I felt that I wasn’t able to articulate what the problem was to anyone, not even to myself.

There’s something about her that makes me feel like every time we’re together is the first time we’ve ever met.

I try to glare, but my face smiles of its own volition, probably because of sexism.

“Yeah, it’s just very hard to convince anyone that wanting to look pretty doesn’t mean you want attention from men.

I shake my head. “I would have loved you anyway.”