And here he is again, yet things feel like they'll never be as easy between us as they once were.

Don't give up on me now. I'm sorry. I guess that's an odd thing to say. Because isn't that what I'm doing? Giving up?

Because our lies matched. It was a sign.

I miss video games where the jump-kick was the trickiest combo to master.

A week went by and nothing. But eventually, as they always will, the rumors reached me. And everyone knows you can't disprove a rumor.

I’m going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and that’s why my husband doesn’t want to be around me.

And what about you-the rest of you-did you notice the scars you left behind? No. Probably not. Because most of them can't be seen with the naked eye.