War Stories

She asked if I thought her friend was pretty. I said “she’s alright.” This was the wrong answer. There was no right answer. Send help, or Takis.

Told her “do whatever you want.” She did whatever she wanted. Then asked why I didn’t fight for her. I am writing this from the airport of my own life.

She cried. I tried to hug her. She got mad that I thought hugging would fix it. I asked what would fix it. She said “if you knew, you would have done it already.”

Used a period after “ok.” She went silent for 3 days. When she came back she said I “knew what I did.” I still do not know what I did.

I liked her sister’s beach photo from 2019. The tribute was a Sephora gift card, a handwritten essay, and a 40-minute deposition about whether I “have a type.” Survival rate: pending.

She said “K.” at 11:02pm. I sent a paragraph. At 11:07 she asked why I was being so aggressive. I have not recovered.