Love is…

Love is when he intertwines his fingers with yours and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. When he rubs your back after a long day at work and you can’t function. When you cook French toast in your underwear at 2am after the bar closed because we can’t sleep. When he puts a Johnny cash…

Friendship.

I don’t want to be your fucking friend. I dont want to feel the obligation that I have to let you back in my life. Nothing good ever came from our relationship except regret, emotional abuse and the gray hairs I couldn’t afford to have. I’m finally in a place mentally where I can drive…