Tequila Rose

by Willow Winters

Alcohol, sweets and trash TV is supposed to be how a girl deals with a breakup, right?

We made that promise when we were still kids, but it meant something to me.

If Man Candy Mondays had a mascot, this man would be it.

I don’t need to kiss another man in my life to know that this one isn’t like any of the rest.

Once you have love for someone, I think it’s always there.

I’ve relied on a man who keeps me a secret. A dirty little secret of being a kept woman.

There’s an undeniable feeling when you meet the gaze of someone who knows you.

Thud, my heart beats in a way that both feels right and like the next beat will take me to death’s door.

Whatever’s on her mind feels like an ending. Like the last page of a story that never really had a chance.

There’s something here and I just need to kiss her. She’ll feel it all too, as soon as she lets me kiss her.

“I want to lean down and kiss you. Put my hand right on those curves of yours. And kiss you in front of all these people in a town that likes to talk.”

Even if we don’t say it, we’re more than friends.

“I don’t want to waste my time going after someone who isn’t after me.”