Come, let me tell you a story

I have a confession to make.

The year is ending and with 2 days to go, I need a new slate.

New year,don’t care. Well, I care, just a little,well maybe a lot,okay fine…I care!

He said he loved me, not once or twice or thrice but truth be told I saw it, and I felt it.

It was like blueberry ice-cream. It was sweet, tangy and blue, a swirl in the right direction.

I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

I wouldn’t, not because it was impossible, but because there was someone else. He was like vanilla. Sweet. Simple. True.

So, here’s the deal, I am starting on a new slate, buying new stationery, writing late into the night, listening to Rebecca Ferguson and sipping tea at odd hours. I am working on this story, a new plot, a fierce heroine, a loyal friend and a dramatic scene.

I am working on the story I never had the guts to tell, simply because I broke his heart when it was never my intention to just that, it was simply…untimely and my decision to ride solo had me miss out on “bae” texts, calls and gifts.

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