The Kiss of Vomit
August 13th, 2006He leaned in close. She could smell his sweat and deodorant.
"Why don't you like me?" he asked.
She closed her eyes. The words were in her head, but she didn't have the heart to let them out.
He leaned in close. She could smell his sweat and deodorant.
"Why don't you like me?" he asked.
She closed her eyes. The words were in her head, but she didn't have the heart to let them out.
This is based on a true story. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. The emails have mostly been kept the same so we can laugh at them.
My desert-island, all-time, top five most memorable break-up songs, in chronological order:
Look! Look at him over there. Smiling. See him? That'll be me someday. I'll be smiling again someday too.
I can't right now. It hurts too much. My skin has hardened this way, and any movement otherwise means the skin will crack and bleed.
We all try so hard to say what's on our minds, openly and honestly. Sometimes we aren't successful. Sometimes we are.
"Stop it Michael."
"What?" I asked, leaning up from the couch. "Why, what am I doing wrong?"
"You're leading her on," my friend replied.
"No I'm not. How?"
It starts with an uncomfortable knot in your stomach. Slowly it tightens and expands until your entire chest is a solid rock.
There's a phantom feeling there, as if you had your right arm cut off but can still feel it. "It can't be gone," you tell yourself, "it can't be."
I didn't really have a destination; it was just a casual journey with wind in my face, music in my ears, and speed at my hands. It was great.
But it didn't feel complete.
Was it dreamt or was it real? When I look back, I can't tell.
Everyone longs to experience a fairy tale, that perfect fantasy where dream and reality blur. And all you can do is let each day flow into your body and fill your soul.