[A note for listeners: today’s installment is NSFW.]
Collect the majority of the men I’ve dated. Summon them to a room. Bring me in. Close the door. Witness my heart as it flutters, twists, turns, and sinks.
Because when, truly, are we ever over the lovers who at one point or another set us free?
I only heal because of time, disruption, willful ignorance and the next person who comes along to set me free once more.
The essay you’re about to listen to was penned more than four years ago, but its themes still ring true, albeit in the tone of different people. Different places. Different points in my lifelong love story. Here’s the second installment of Stories That Vibrate, “Not Quite Over You.”