An open letter to everyone I’ve ever convinced myself I loved. I. I am still sorry. I fear that you were just the first in a long line of men I will be all too willing to bury my loneliness in. II. Now that I’ve figured that you wronged me, I am not ready to forgive. III. I loved you more than you knew, but you were still right: it was not enough. IV. I have learned what the infinite tastes like but I still haven’t learned that people can’t be fixed because they aren’t broken, or that I deserve…
Writer, Learner, Jane of All Trades