When You Were Everything

by Ashley Woodfolk

This is why I both love and hate New York. In a city like this one it’s easy to fade into the background. But it’s also inevitable that at some point, by someone, you’ll be overlooked. Or completely forgotten.

I can forget about her for hours or even whole days, and then the truth rushes back like a brush fire, burning me from the inside out. That person you loved? They’re gone.