Coddiwomple

by S.E. Harmon

We didn’t fit together anymore, and we wanted different things. I knew that. I also knew that while he looked like a nice, sweet boy on the outside, he certainly didn’t fuck like one. But I digress.

It didn’t matter that we’d been apart longer than we’d even been together. It didn’t seem to matter that we wanted different things out of life. I just looked at him and I wanted. The end.

“Because love is supposed to be scary. You’re supposed to be scared of finding it. Keeping it. Losing it.” His fingers tightened on my laptop at the last one. I didn’t blame him. That one was the worst. “If you’re not scared, you’re not invested enough. Not with your future or your happiness. And definitely not your heart.”