There’s a heat rising from my nervous stomach, it reaches my face, and flushes my cheeks. It always starts out with disappointment in my gut, eye-roll inducing frustration in my throat, and embarrassment painted across my face. I call it regret reflux, and it’s by no means a medical condition.
Read MoreAnd here I am again, engulfed in flames after learning some shitty little detail about his new life. A frenetic pacing begins in my head, as I move from a scenes of my current life to a vision of what his life must be.
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