Category: Feels

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Why I will never marry my first love

We were both eighteen, gangly, still growing into our bodies. He had braces, I had frizzy hair and never gotten my brows threaded before, but we jabbed back and forth as we entered college together. …
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I hope my next love is my last love

One night I lay by my ex’s side, watching the sky. He told me about all the places we’d see together. The castles in Scotland, the aurora borealis, the beaches in Greece. That one day …