Faking Under the Mistletoe

by Ashley Shepherd

I love carbs the way most people love their children. Possibly more. I would take a bullet for a quality baguette.

There are some things in life that you just can’t fake—knowing calculus, liking tequila, and the complete devastation of watching someone you love move on with someone else.

I think he caught The Feelings too. They’re very contagious. Sort of like the plague, but with less death and more boob touching.

It’s a strange feeling to be simultaneously angry and heartbroken. Half the time, I don’t know if I’m crying because he disappointed me or because I miss him. Sometimes I cry because I’m upset that I’m crying over him.