Go forth. Leave. I’m letting you walk free.
This is my Valentine’s Day gift for you – freedom.
Stop worrying about how I’ll get by. I’ll get by, just fine. 282 more words
When I first had the idea to write this I felt the instinctual gut punch and tachycardia that come along with others finding out about my sordid past, followed by the ever-present (except when I need her, amazingly) voice reminding me how self-indulgent and self-consumed it would come off. 2,348 more words