the ex files
today i talked to him for the first time in months and after our conversation i cried. there’s no love there anymore. we both had moved on. i used to think i never could. but as i was talking to him.. it just felt awkward, it just felt weird, it was just like two friends trying to catch up with each other not two lovers who met after awhile.
and so life goes on… and i realized he was the first boy among the many that have gone that i truly have loved. he definitely earned a spot in my life history as the first boy i ever cried about.
i guess there’s always that one boy we all cry about