A year or so ago I met a man at a cake shop. He was shy and sweet – pretty apt now I look back.
I became his “cupcake girl”. Cautious form the sharp and hurtful memories of all to recent past experiences, I took it slow. He made me a mixtape and dinner, held my hand and welcomed me into his life.
He had a tattoo over his heart of a man hand holding a mirror showing the reflection of a dead and dark skull. He wasn’t even the “tattoo type” if that’s even a thing.
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Loner. Lonely. Alone. The words don’t have the best connotations but recently I’ve wanted to spend more time by myself, and it’s making me uneasy.
I’ve always been a people person. I’ve never really been all that comfortable being by myself for any length of time. I normally spend my alone time sleeping, cleaning, bathing and driving – so if I’m not unconscious, cleaning or in transit I’ve always wanted company.
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