There's a sweet old lady who lives in the sky, on top of the clouds, collecting the wishes thrown down wishing wells. She saves them for ‘rainy days’. One year ago today, I made a wish, throwing everything I owned (even my bed and my clothes) down a well. I had wished for a magical kind of love. Today it rains. It rains and rains and rains. A chilly wind cuts through whatever skin is exposed. The rain is almost snow. Where the hell did the sun go? I look up to the sky and

We didn’t end up together. It all fell apart. She didn’t come back. There was no playlist We missed our moment. There were no apologies. There was no forgiveness. It all faded away. I didn’t listen to her favorite band over and over again. I didn’t let her back in. I ignored all of the sweet and dark beauty inside of her. I didn’t love her. And she never loved me. I stayed away. She stayed away. It was okay that way. There was no reconnection. We aren’t quantuamly entangled.

I am worthy of her love. She is worthy of my love. I attract what is meant for me. She loves me. She can't get over me. I can’t get over her. We both know we belong together. She can't resist this pull to me. And I am addicted to her. The Universe/God has us together for a reason. We are a beautiful couple with limitless potential. I love her. She loves me. We will be together. She misses me too much. She aches without me. I drown without her. I am the perfect partner for her

Huh? . . . they invited me to their wedding? That’s a little wonky. That smells fishy. It’s their second time getting married. Honestly, I am pretty damn surprised they invited me. I am a bit of a wildcard when it comes to her. I could do anything. I could show up naked and object. I could expose everything. I could parachute down from the sky and steal the bride. Her and I never did anything right. No, we did everything wrong. We dated too soon. We lived together too early