Jumping Ships

Hi, I'm Shatice.
I write prose.

1039.

It’s the feeling of emptiness. You have to adjust to living a new way. It’s weird, colder. The feeling of warmth being ripped from you, abortion. You’ll miss it for a while but you’ll get over it. You’ll wonder what you did wrong and try to run the scenario in your head. Over and over. Broken record, corrupted mp3 file. You’ll want him back and you’ll joke about it to kill the awkwardness. You’ll sleep too much in an attempt to ignore it. You’ll try to sweet talk him and win him over again but in reality you should move on before you hurt yourself.

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