tijuana

i was never scared of moving on - it was always the never finding anyone i was that passionate about again that terrified me. i remember that because i scribbled it down the night after he threw me in that fucking hot-tub: towel & all. i used to think we were soul mates. i was never any more happy than how happy i was when he dragged his fingers down my spine; i vividly remember writing him carefully constructed letters filled with ludicrous words that really meant I Love You! - this is not one of them.

i fell in love with him when i was seventeen & if i could wrap that summer up into one tiny token, i'd drench it in the scent of geo's cabin and save it in a ziploc bag. summer was never my favorite season anyway!

Happy Birthday M!

[i never wanted to marry an electrician].