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July 13 - July 14, 2024
Deceptive Cadence: When you think something is coming to an end, it’s actually the beginning of something beautiful.
Since I’m unable to handle abrupt lapses in communication, I immediately started word vomiting via text, in desperate need of closure.
so real bestie
Flashing him a dazzling smile, I blurt, “Wow, hey. I saw it and almost blew you.”
relating too hard
“I just mean…not everything that makes us hurt needs to be forgotten or banished. It hurts because it mattered. And things that mattered once, will always matter,”
He tosses a twenty-dollar bill atop the bar counter as he stands, and before he turns to leave, he swipes up the napkin that holds Nash’s note and crumples it in his fist. Then he turns to me. He turns to me ever so slightly, the musk of his cologne fusing with the spell of his next words. “You sing like a fucking angel.”
shitting, gagging, throwing up
He cocks his head to the side, eyes narrowing. There’s a heavy pause that crackles between us before he murmurs, “Is that right?”
bye. my soul left my body
After a beat, he flicks his eyes toward the wall of shelves, then back to me, saying, “It’s cute that I make you nervous.”
“I haven’t had sex in two years, Lucy.” I gasp before my mouth snaps shut. Cal tosses the papers on a shelf and turns toward me, his eyes flaring. Wild and magnetic. Burning into me like violent embers. He takes a single step forward until he’s only inches away and sweeps his gaze across my face. And then he says in a low, steady voice, “God help the woman who breaks that streak.”
MR! SIR! stop it rn
People mostly just exist after loss and sometimes they don’t even realize it. They stop noticing when the leaves change. One day, those leaves are green and vibrant, drinking in the dayspring, and the next moment they’re rusty brown, and then they’re dead.
I felt this way for years, so I understand it. It still lives in me as this little black hole I’m constantly filling with laughter and good people and daydreams.
Things that make us sad aren’t all bad. Sometimes, sad things serve as a gentle reminder that we still feel.
