Each day that goes by where I don’t text you is like a little victory.
You lusted after the unattainable popular guy in high school. He said hi to you in the hallway once and a four-year long crush sprang forth. You still look him up on Facebook from time to time.
I find pieces of her inside your mouth.
He gets me a T-shirt. Turns his back so I can change. Pretends to sneak a look. I want him to look.
1. Do your research before the date.
I remember it like sandpaper kisses.
You find yourself hollowed out, the appetizer before the main course. People don’t come back for you.
She smile texts you.
Should I drink something before going out to loosen up? What if I drink too much and then I’m just drunk?
People ask you about goals and plans for the future and you develop an ulcer on the spot.