I wanted him to follow me outside and tell me everything was okay but he didn't so I had to stand out there alone and tell myself. This wedding reminds me of other weddings. This memory feels like I have to let go of something. Like going into the desert when I was twenty-four, how I believed the vortexes would cleanse me of you, and after all that I saw you again.
It feels like a drag in the side. No matter how many salads she eats, she will never be over you. You just need to throw yourself into the work, that’s all.