i want a boyfriend
Is it true that all you ever said about me was how much you wanted to fuck me? I wanted to be your friend. I wanted to drive you to the airport and go to your sister’s birthday party. I wanted to hear about your travel and meet your brother. I wanted to shoot a gun for the first time in a sacred place and I wanted you to be there. How could we have misinterpreted each other’s intentions so badly? I miss the man I thought you were. Ambiguous loss, I suppose.