26/09/2025
I just walked away from a relationship that had been dead for years, and for the first time in forever, I can semi breathe. I feel the hunger creeping back—the ache for danger, for fun, for the kind of “bad decisions” that made me feel alive.
Because I used to be wild. Not the kind of wild anyone could see on the surface. I was a secret problem child, all fire and recklessness hidden behind decent grades and a straight face. Nobody knew what I was getting away with—or maybe they didn’t want to. I still can’t believe I never got caught.
I remember the thrill: tangled up in the backyard, just outside my parents’ office window. The stolen moments at the park, daring the daylight to expose me. Even the fumbling, feverish touches on the bus, surrounded by everyone and invisible all the same.
That girl lived like every rule was meant to be broken. She was fun. She was free. And somewhere along the way, I lost her.
But now, I want her back.