Patricia

As the days go by, I pray for courage and resilience to withstand whatever these trolls bring my way.

"Süsser, is Bryan hitting you up?” Jordan says, handing me my phone.

“Let me see." I respond, wondering what he wants from me.

“You seem fazed."

Why is he sending me tonnes of messages?

It must be good to sleep on a water bed and on a pillow made of feathers.

Tables turn.

The mystery lady is the talk of the city.

A well-watered rose blooms, but the one that isn't falls to the ground and withers away. It is soon forgotten as the days go by.

I saw that photo of you in the park. It reminds me of when we would play in the park until late in the evening. It was one of your favourite things.

Mi amor.

What in the world are all these weird text messages?

“You haven't answered my question, sweet?” He asks, his tone a bit louder this time.

"Jordan, give me a break, please. I'm just processing it too. I ended things with him and deleted his number. You saw the messages. Did you see any previous