Stories of the Lost and Found

Have you ever been "that girl?" You have; don't question or deny it, it's better to just admit it. You've been the overly obsessive, mean girlfriend. You've been the girl who always runs back, never knowing when to let go. You've been the cheater, the other woman AND the one who's been cheated on. You've been the bitch who doesn't wanna talk to anyone for 3 days and you've been the girl who can't get enough of anything. You've been the complainer, the cryer, the yeller, the blamer, the liar, the lover and the fighter. You've been them all and so I have. But have you taught yourself anything? That's the real question. I woke up one day and I was different. Like the stars had aligned and things that never made sense before made sense now. You know when you're playing around in the pool and you play the "how long can I hold my breath underwater until I nearly drown" game and when you finally can't take it and ...

She gazed at him as he slept, studying his face, wondering how she had ever woven the web she had weaved. Pondering the idea of reaching over and rubbing her thumb across his lips, so firm and confident, the way he held her face when he kissed her. The stubble across his face was mixed with greys and red which always surprised her but she preferred it to be there, gently scratching her soft skin. His beauty was like the calm after the storm, making you feel content and anxious all in one moment. It was overwhelmingly intense. She looked away, subconsciously moving her hand on top of his. It was hard wanting a man she knew couldn't stay but she had known what she was getting herself into. A job in the city; a paid apartment; she couldn't let him turn it down. Neither had expected to light a fire that had continued to burn from the moment of igniting the match. She didn't want to burn another bridge, not another fucking bridge. She closed her eyes, tilted her head up and foug...