You’d better believe there are artists, albums, playlists, that I can no longer listen to. Songs we earmarked for the first dance at our wedding, others that were playing in coffee shops or nightclubs where we shared nervous touches and first intimacies.

I’m not as bitter as I may sound. Every time you text me, I’ll respond. Every time you ask if I want to come over, I will. Not because I’m naïve, or oblivious to your game. I’ll be right here every time until I don’t want to anymore.


Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 72,260 other followers