Last month my phone buzzed.  I knew exactly who it was just by the time of day.  He always texts me once every month to say “I miss you! Let’s hang out!” but we won’t.

He’s taunting me.  I’m fairly certain his only purpose on this Earth is to ruin all other men for me.

To say that I like him is an understatement.  I’ve been in love with him for ( Read more... )

It had been four years since the last one, since the last time anyone’s face had been over mine-a hand in my hair and one on the small of my back-on the fourth of July with fireworks blasting in the way that just-graduated-from-high-school guys try to be romantic, but with bad breath and chapped lips, and friends not too far away, and me faking ( Read more... )