People always said that in the harsh light of day, the rose-colored glasses fell off and you saw things for what they really were. I’d experienced my fair share; a few random hookups to dull the stab of loneliness and heartache. It had felt so warm and fulfilling at the time, heady in the moment. But then the sun would rise, casting new light on the guy sprawled out naked beside me, drooling into a starchy pillow. Nose too big. Hair too short. Skin too sallow. Whatever connection had bloomed within the shadows, burnt away to ashes come sunrise. Warmth chilled, and fulfilling moments never
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