16 May

I spoke of you tonight like you were my past. I made you sound like a mistake I had come to terms with. My kickball friends asked me if I was single, asked me what I was looking for. I replied “pretty much anything,” and I simultaneously thought, “anything to get over you.” My type today is the type that doesn’t remind me of you.

Today, the first ball that headed towards me bounced off my chest, much like the first time we were over. Nothing set in. I wasn’t ready to give up. The second time, I embraced the red cherry ball just as I have embraced you being gone. So here I am, day 7, and not willing to give up my strength for you. I’ll take anything to get over you.


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