We’ve seen each other two and a half times since we broke up eleven days ago for the third time since winter. We make these arrangements to meet on Facebook Messenger as if that’s somehow less personal, as if we’re really putting in an effort to try to be strangers. I no longer know the …
Your First Breakup
By late August, we'd exhausted our summer nights with the sort of innocuous chatter that in hindsight can only be defined as endless foreplay - coyly beating around the inevitable. Chris would park his car outside my house, just barely seventeen, a shiny license tucked into the wallet kept safely in one of the deep …
You are looking down through the skylight as chefs prepare dinner for your ex-fiance’s wedding.
This is definitely not my wedding. I definitely would not have had THAT as a choice of entrée. Those fries look good though. He loved fries...loves, I'm sure he still loves fries. He wanted a french fry volcano. I said no. I shouldn't have said no. Actually, I shouldn't have said yes in the first …
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