Drabble #97

I really hate having a good first date where everything goes so well you end up creating scenarios in your head for the next time you’ll see them. Butterflies taking flight in your belly, through some kind of witchcraft you can still faintly smell them. But you don’t see them. Ever. All you’re left with is this feeling of “why am I never good enough” while carrying a ghost of what could have been around.

the thing that makes this worse is it’s happening after ONE date. Why does your brain do this to you? Why must this apparition of a now possible past life follow you, reminding you that all you’re good for is a few fleeting moments of passion with quick kisses and caresses of skin, feigning eye contact of longing.

Dating sucks, dude.

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