I linger, looking at her and that same weight hits me in the heart; it happens so many times a day that I should be used to it, but I swear it gets worse every time. Every blonde girl I see, every dumb unicorn or fast food vendor. Every cheesy pop song, old movie, or lame girly cartoon. I just see her. Everywhere. Like my own personal torment. It never feels any better.

Sure x

I reply, with zero enthusiasm. I know I’m just going through the motions with Natasha. I don’t ...