Wait for It

by Mariana Zapata

I must have done something fucking awesome in another lifetime to deserve this man.

I also blamed Vanessa for how it happened. If the four of us hadn’t gone to visit her, and I hadn’t seen Dallas playing with her youngest baby, my ovaries might have never been lit on fire.

Dallas left me a Post-It note on the mirror of our bathroom? I’d cry.

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

He was honest to God, the love of my life, and he told me at least once a week I was the love of his. Via Post-It note, whispered into my ear when we were in bed together at night, said out loud when he gave me a hug….

this man and post-its will be the end of me

And I was a really, really lucky bitch.

when’s it my turn