Was there a certain smell in the air? I’d imagine it’s something similar to knowing when rain is coming. Tell me, how is it that men know to text you as soon as you’re getting over them? At the very moment you’ve gone a full week thinking nothing of them, suddenly there’s the number. Just the number, because of course you’ve deleted him from your life
…except for Facebook. Let’s not go that far. How else would you be able to see what he’s up to and, more importantly, call the next chick trash?
Ten digits you wish you didn’t have memorized flashing repeatedly right in your hand. What could he possibly want? The answer: to fuck your world up—the world you’d spent weeks piecing back together. Why? Because he’s selfish.
That’s just where I’m coming from,