I keep thinking about unloving. I know it isn’t a real word but I believe it should be.
Hello Grandpa, I didn’t cry today. I didn’t get sad when I talked about you with mummy or
I fear that we won’t change after this, that the clear flaws in the ways we choose to
I have consumed a lot of material about what people want to achieve in the new year and
Are we still friends? I don’t know. Were we ever?
Will we still meet up and talk? Maybe. That’s all we ever did anyway.
Was I in love? Most definitely not.