Short and not so sweet tonight.
I’m not so good at trusting people
(every person I’ve ever been supposed to trust
has proven to be untrustworthy).
I’m standing, cold and waiting.
5 minutes late.
15 minutes.
30.
Im gripping the back of my dress, tunnelling my fingers in the fabric, trying to find warmth.
Depending on other people never
ever
works.
Love, February

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