Loose tanks, braids, high top sneaks
yesterday marked two years since he told me he found someone new. it would have slipped by me, but there are things about this time of year (the gradual humidity increase, lilacs, summer travel plans, dc greek fest), that deliver the reminder.
more importantly, i realized a short time ago that it isn’t a thing that bothers me anymore. the friends i’ve made and incredible things that have happened since then make me feel like a giant idiot to have allowed myself to hurt that much.
you make a playful and rhetorical suggestion via text message that he buy you a plane ticket, and an hour later a flight confirmation is in your inbox.
this. this. this.