Excerpts From Stories I'll Never Write

I Wrote - Excerpt

The best thing you can do after a breakup is write about the person that you used to be with.

Describe them however you want.

Describe them as a hurricane or drugs, or your universe, or a monster, as the reason why you believe in love, as a knight in shining armour, as a gift, as a miracle, as the best part of a sunset, or your favorite song, describe them however you want.

Have you filled the pages of that old notebook on your shelf? Have you filled it until the pen bleeds through the worn pages, and your hands burn?

Good.

Now, read them over again. Read them hundreds of thousands of times.

Done? Good.

Now, destroy it.

Rip the pages, drown it in your bathtub, throw it deep in the forest and never come back, give it to a dog to tear up, use FedEx and ship it to a random location without a "return to sender" address, take it to a library and cram it in between books on shelves, accidentally leave it at a public restaurant and act like it's not yours, have a friend aggressively throw it out the window as you're driving on the highway, have a young child scribble all over it, run it over with your best friend's car, layer it between logs and throw a bonfire, slip it into someone's mailbox, bury it somewhere where you'll never find it again, sell it on Ebay or Craigslist for a dollar, take scissors to it, slowly light each page on fire with a tea candle, destroy it immediately, destroy it at all costs.

Done? Good.

Now, you've moved on.

And you'll finally realize that he was just a boy, nothing extraordinary, he was just a boy who didn't want to be with you, and that was just fine.

Because he doesn't deserve you anyways.