Sometimes forever doesn’t happen. And that’s something we all occasionally forget.

Even though we’re no longer dating and haven’t spoken in awhile, I still look him up to make sure he’s doing alright.

Old-fashioned dating still exists. You’re either dating the wrong people or you are the problem.

He was good and then really good and then bad and then really bad, but since he was good I got lost in the thought that I could fix it.

I’m not looking for anything, but who knows. Lightning is weird.

I don’t remember his face or the place we ate. I only remember how he grabbed my hand and his voice when he spoke of his dad.

I like the chase, scavenging and how we unravel. Standing naked with all my pores at the door. Waiting for a response, a love, someone to call my home. Where my emotions graze the air and I’m lying half past gone.