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The Path Never Chosen
Soaked garbage covers the asphalt, cracked flower pots balance on crumbling window sills, brownstones are covered with graffiti, there’s a constant dampness even though it hasn’t rained in weeks. There’s no light at the end and there’s nowhere to go once I’ve soaked my brand new sneakers in the last muddy puddle.
Before the Wedding
Old friends have their own language. Wedding days are bordered by moments of bringing people back together. Red eye flights & exhaustion are forgotten upon setting foot in a hometown. Laughter carried through the restaurant. Feet tapped, table tops were slapped, backs were smacked.
The Worst Person In the World
I hate exactly two people in the world. Instead of forgiving the people I hate, I try to forgive the people I love who hurt me. A far better goal, in my opinion. Once upon a time, I dated the absolute worst person who’s ever walked the earth, short of murderers and rapists and people of that echelon of evil. Ask me his name - I will totally tell you.
Dating, Round 2
I’ve been dating the wrong men. How do I plan on solving that? By dating more of the wrong men. My happiest time - no, scratch that - my most sovereign time was for the year-ish that I was single during college. Rationalizing that there was no harm in dating casually but having no clue what kind of guy I was looking for, I gave everyone a chance.
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