• I felt a fleeting spark the second I realized that you lost interest in me.

The burning ache in my stomach rose up into my ribs and filled my lungs, leaving me breathless.

I tried so hard to hold onto every last moment. And though we hadn't much, you still meant something to me.

I knew that the instant you were gone you wouldn't be coming back. I had to accept that. I'm alive, my vitals are still working. I need you to know that I'm okay.

• I talked to an older gentleman last night

and he spoke of his attract to properly groomed eyebrows and rabbit-shaped teeth.

I guess it gives me hope that someone out there will find and appreciate the beautiful quirks in me as well.