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On Falling In Digitized Lust

He was a profile on a shattered screen; I was a name in Helvetica in his recommended likes. We are our illusions, and we have successfully deceived one another into some makeshift, one night love affair.

I Love Him, He Loves Her

I Love Him, He Loves Her

Why are you with her? When did you guys become a thing? Did it start whilst we were together? Endless questions I could ask. Things that haunt my thoughts, but find no answer.