Somewhere along the line, they’ve forgotten about us. And that’s understandable; it’s probably best for some of us that they do so. They forget that not all of us are women. We don’t just break hearts, we own them. And sometimes, despite our best efforts, they get broken too. We’d never admit it to our boys, nor would they to us. We choose not to show our emotions in the way that women want.
We like to pretend that we don’t have emotions. There are no hearts on our sleeves, we went to a tailor long ago and had them removed and stitched up. Yet somehow, despite our best efforts, here we find ourselves broken hearted and alone.
For us, there is no girl’s night out. There isn’t a big container of ice cream and break up movies to keep us on those lonely nights. What do we have?…
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