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I knew you long before I knew you. Or rather, I knew the version of you your husband gave me. There is a difference. I didn’t understand how important that difference was then. In the beginning, I simply listened. Your husband talked. A lot. About himself. About his childhood. His family. His friends. His mistakes.…
I didn’t meet your husband in a park. That’s simply where we met in person. I met him in a chat room. And before I knew his voice, his eyes, his marriage, or much of anything else about him, I knew what his dick looked like. Not because he had sent it privately to me.…
I have thought very little about you. That seems like a strange place to begin a story addressed to you, but it is the most honest one. You existed at the edges of mine. A name in a conversation. A voice from another room. A story he told me. Occasionally, a girl standing directly in…
Some people believe love changes us I don’t I think love reveals us it shows the places we’ve hidden the rooms we’ve locked the truths we’ve postponed sometimes it asks us to wait sometimes it asks us to leave sometimes it asks us to become someone we have never been If this story means anything…
While you were turning in circles trying to decide which life could forgive you I was changing quietly not all at once not in some bright cinematic moment where the music rises and I suddenly know my worth No it happened in silence in the mornings when I reached for my phone and stopped in…
If you’re reading this, there is still time. Your son will be here two months, and you have seven months to execute the plan you told me about. Seven months to build the life you’ve described; seven months to decide where the little boy ends and where the man begins.For four years, we kept finding…
Violeta Noir 