Single never feels as real as when you’re on the worst date of your life and a notification pops up on your phone letting you know that the ex you haven’t spoken to in nearly a month has just made contact.
Remember that amazing connection you had with that man, your best friend, insatiable lover, the one who hurt you and now it’s so far gone you’re not even sure if a friendship is viable despite how much you genuinely miss him? Yeh? Well that type of connection couldn’t be further out of reach – oh, and while you’re sitting next to a man who makes your skin crawl, you’re on his mind.
Just in case I wasn’t aware of the pedestal like standard Trouble has set when it comes to connections, while in a dive of a pub with a man who the only connection present was that of our nation of birth, I couldn’t help but feel like I had been slapped in the face with the single stick.
Gotta love them notifications.
distanced hearts club ♥