"Why do you want to be single?" I asked, intrigued by his blunt statement.
He looked off somewhere past me, deep in thought, as he seemed to ponder the question. "Why do you want to be in a relationship?"
"I want companionship...to share memories."
As I responded to his question, I thought back to all the sleepless nights after John had his way with me. I remembered sitting up at night asking myself if I was the one who caused it all to go awry. I remembered crying myself to sleep until I couldn't produce tears anymore. I remembered pushing away any guy that got close to me. I remembered fighting off the memories until I had no fight left in me. I remembered waking up from nightmares, screaming until my lungs hurt. I remembered the catatonic state he had left me in the minute I told him to get the hell out and never come back.
That was when I realized being single had its purpose. To show you what you deserve.
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Excerpts From A Book I'll Never Write
PoesíaI always come up with stories, but I cannot elaborate on them. I can't even finish a two page short story, so I write one page little bitty made up scenarios. I just want to be able to share them with people who appreciate the writing.
