Tulum, 2015
Jojo's cover of Marvin's Room on repeat. When you're single, heartbreak is allowed to be acute. Music soothes, enrages, empowers. Your blood pulses so close to the surface that you can't deny you're alive.
In a relationship, your heart breaks like a different mirror: There is no ache. Nothing is acute except familiarity. I miss the beautiful struggle, the suffering.
I want to teethe "fuck that new girl that's been in your bed" with rawness. But it's no surprise to see me in this bed after 3 years. Maybe we need a new girl.
I'll rewrite Jojo's song: "Fuck that Netflix that's been in your bed. Baby I'm the best and we can do better."
Wish you were here. Always.
-R
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