I prefer stories that begin at the end.

We don’t talk anymore. Only someone that I used to know. Denial. The last call, last goodbye. The unraveling, undoing of something beautiful.

Uttered intentions. Your hand in mine, a calming constant in the rough tide. Days and nights without end. Inside jokes. The swift passing of time. Witty banter.

Cotton candy, melt-in-your-mouth, sugary sweetness. Gag-inducing firsts. I met someone.

I prefer stories that begin at the end.

They hurt less.

4 comments add comment

  • anonymous lover
11 months ago

Sending love your way ❤️

  • anonymous lover
10 months ago

Then you might like the play/movie "The Last Five Years"

  • K
10 months ago


  • anonymous
9 months ago




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