This Time Last Year
I had spent a good amount of time the last several years since college wishing I could return to a past self frozen in time, perfectly preserved. Now I saw that even if I wanted to, there was no one self to revert to.
I had spent a good amount of time the last several years since college wishing I could return to a past self frozen in time, perfectly preserved. Now I saw that even if I wanted to, there was no one self to revert to.
Sometimes I felt like I was secretly a witch dating a mortal, hiding who I was in my relationship.
Growing up, I had danced for perfection, not for fun.