I’m kind of proud of these words that just hit the page:

I ached for Davin then, and damn him for finding someone else. I knew it was irrational to think so, but why didn’t he come find me in LA? So he called a couple of times—a few—and gave up? That’s not how you chase me. He knew that. He knew what it took to be with me, the many walls that required demolition.

I LOVE WORDS.