Break Ups
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A Trilogy of Heartbreaks Part 3 of 3
In the end, we were on separate islands. I had the boat, but you kept the paddles. No matter how hard I tried, the tide would drift me out farther into sea. At night, our phone calls were sparse. An echoed sentiment of what we used to mean to each other. “How do you do?” Continue reading
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All the times that we f**ked up
It’s easy to become callous after a break up. It’s probably no different when breaking up means a divorce. And, yeah, I know. I just made a post about this not too long ago. But I’ve been doing a lot of “soul” searching these past few months. It’s the price of wanting to put myself back out Continue reading
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a dumb screenshot of youth
I don’t believe in soulmates. The idea of destiny having any role in who I fall in love cheapens the experience. Besides, the math doesn’t pan out for soulmates. The idea of meeting the one in your own backyard isn’t fate; it’s convenience. I’m enamored with the idea of “sole mates,” though. The idea of out Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 