And when he left, he blended in with the rest. And I changed my sheets and cried in the shower, while trying to scrub off what was left of our friendship.
Not even on weekends. Not even when I’m hungover. I’ll wake up at 6, make some eggs, and take a shower to massage my head with shampoo.
It’s time to play my own game. A game of truth and dare.
“One day a light bulb went off in my head (or possibly my nether regions) wasn’t I also deriving pleasure from this type of foreplay and sex? Weren’t my orgasms suddenly and brilliantly intensified and genuine?”
I’m not sure if the love I always dreamt of was ever present in any of the relationships I’ve had in my lifetime.
I don’t miss anyone as much as I miss who I once was when I looked in the mirror.
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I start to think of how I have never let myself actually notice my growth but instead, kind of skipped from point a to point b, closed my eyes for a second and opened them to see a new woman with the same smile staring back at me in the mirror.
Chicago. I lost myself here. I found myself here. And now I’m ready to get the hell out of here.
I’m no longer scared of being who I am or liking who I like. I shout it from the rooftops every chance that I get.