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it’s an hour past midnight, january 1.
you both stumble into the nearest mcdonald’s and that’s where you learn that she eats her mcnuggets with big mac sauce.
it’s not until much later that you realise it’s a meaningless moment like that where it starts.
i used to date this girl who’d say “biro” instead of “pen”. i thought it was the cutest fucking thing.
like all the best relationships i’ve ever had, i let things drift between her and i. it’s almost how crazy how quickly that space can grow, and for no reason at all other than the passage of time.
i never mourned the end of our relationship. instead, i mourned the one we never got to have.