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A note for the next girl…
It saddens me thinking about how right now, at this moment, his unrivaled triceps are wrapped around her. & if it weren’t for this damned, unavoidable social media circle I would be peacefully blind to this.
I had him first. Sort of. I still have him sometimes. But not really.
I’m desperate for a million more of those seemingly insignificant moments that mean everything to me. Like when I was 19 and he told me I should wear my hair up more often. Or those summer days out on lake drinking hot Crown Royal & Coors light. And then years down the road being one of the few people to comfort me after I lost my dad. Or giving me the biggest, warmest hug after I told him I was off benzos for good. He’ll never know it but that hug has been one of my few reasons to stay sober.
I hope she realizes how amazing he is.












