I kept it.
It was brief, but it lit a fire of false hope in me.
You didn’t know,
but I kept it for a month.
It’s gone now,
like the possibility of you.
There is no better feeling than allowing yourself to just be you.
If I were that guy’s wife who made a spreadsheet about her “excuses” not to have sex, I’d send him some divorce papers.
"We all go off the track and feel for our way back. Everybody breaks a glass."