never
her ex-boyfriend had been right, after all. she had thought about it every time she closed her eyes next to someone new over the last three years. no one would ever love her.
reflections
there was a strange quality about the girl that no one could put their finger on. something that made every man she kissed realize that she didn’t deserve to feel special or loved, and that it was their duty to do everything in their power to make sure she understood that.
hot water music
and so she thought she had ruined it but she hadn’t. instead, she had opened a window for herself where only a wall had previously existed. and she smiled as she stood in the shower, the hot water running over her, running a razor over her legs.
she remembered the first time he had seen her naked, and the way her pleasure had always been the last thing on his mind. she thought of her newly-purchased vintage boots and how pretty they were. and how he would have laughed at them if he had seen them.
instead, she laughed at herself and her lack of judgment, and promised herself that she would never again take pause for someone who loved her even less than she loved herself.