Pumpkin Spice and Not So Nice

by Becky Monson

You’ll replay a lot of conversations in your mind and dwell on lots of things you wish you would have or could have said. Try not to waste your brainpower on it.

I’m still paying off my debt to my mother for having to birth and raise me. A fact she brings up often.

I think sometimes the universe puts you in the same situations again to see if you’re still an idiot. Clearly, I am.

“She returned something to me that I’d lost a month ago, and I think I fell for her then.”

“Aidan,” I say, my voice coming out as a whisper. “No one’s around. We don’t have to pretend anymore.” I give him a little smile, my heart practically beating out of my chest. “Who’s pretending?”