This is about the way I did the brave thing.
This is about the way I liked him when I didnt deserve to like someone like him.
This is not that story.
This is about another kind of death.
This is about the week I was in New York last summer.
This is about how I sat in the windowsill of my apartment and sent him Snapchats of the city.
This is about the way all those Snapchats were captioned i miss you and how I meant it.
This is about the way he made me believe.
This is about the date we made for when I came home.
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The food I planned and bought and prepared.
The floors I scrubbed.
This is a good game for anxious children with irrational fears.
This is about how I should have known better.
This is about the way the food wasnt good enough.
This is about the way he wished wed just gone to his house like we usually did.
This is about a bad experience.
This is about a series of things he said about my body during and immediately after we had sex.
This is about how I cant write them out.
This is about how I still think those words probably arent that bad and that Im overreacting.
This is about how I am waiting for every guy to say those things.
This is about how when they dont say those things I think they are lying.
What else can I do?
This is about wondering if I am right or if everyone else is.
This is about not being able to tell anymore.
