I’m sorry but

the fact that you’re making me randomly pick out books in the bookstore about a man killing his ex-wife and another about a woman intentionally colliding with a truck after his husband asks for a divorce tells me this is not at all coincidental. I can’t believe it even crosses my mind DAILY to meet you again, perhaps when we’re a few years older and you’d be so dignified and out of this world but you’d kiss me again like a schoolboy and I’d get a stiff neck from trying to reach your odd-shaped head(maybe remnants of the pain I felt when you finally gave into dancing with me at hellprom). Ah yes, consummation at last. I’ll be honest! Thinking about it seems way more fulfilling than building up on what could potentially be my quote unquote heyday.

When I try to contact you, I am reminded of how unkind your heart has grown in a span of weeks though. But I still contact you because you might forget me when you’ve fooled around enough and accidentally skip the part where you find yourself crawling back to me. You don’t have to worry about me because the thought of having too many partners is revolting. I’ll settle for one. Two. Okay maybe three in the meantime. So that means I’ll still have plenty of young love in my heart for you! Aren’t you excited? Even amidst all of this, someday, if you willed it, you can take me back.

“You must be a long phase for me, Marcus Flutie.”
“The longest, Jessica Darling,” he replied.

Yes. Love has the longest arms.