He gives me attention. And in a city where I don’t know anyone, that means more to me than you could understand.
We allow them to do it, to treat us like shit.
As human beings we’re wired to want what we can’t have.
We’re wired differently. Craving adventure more than the rest. Don’t let the world tell you, you are wrong. Catch the damn flight.
I’d never admit it, but I sometimes still stalk your Facebook.
Quite frankly, I actually love men. I’ve even been called boy crazy.
I debated kissing you. Telling you I still needed you.
We reminisce over the good times, never the bad.
A version that ends with you getting down on one knee.
And us moving into the suburbs.
A white picket fence life.
We’re so focused on the journey, never the destination. We blow our paychecks on shots and Instagram worthy restaurants.