subject line: Close to Midnight, Far From Paris.

 

Ohio

Ernest Hemingway said that in order to write, really write, you had to write one true sentence. The truest sentence you know.

Its hard to know what is true when you’ve adapted your life to fit into whatever mold someone needed you to be that day.

I’m a people pleaser.

You wanted a girl who drank Miller and cursed like a sailor. So that’s who I became for you. You wanted no commitment and late night booty texts so that’s what I convinced myself I was ok with.

But this summer it will have been 4 years since we started this drunken craziness. 4 years, 2 journals, many sleepless nights, and countless coffee dates trying to defend you to my friends.

The truest sentence I know is that: I wished to God that you loved me back.

The second truest sentence I know is that: You can’t love me, because you don’t even know the real me.