Love Isn’t All I Need
I’ve written over 4,000 words about this, hoping to release what’s been bottled up. The first draft was like the Mentos and Diet Coke experiment; an explosion of emotional baggage I’ve carried since the first breakup. After reading it a few times, I realized that was not something I’d want anyone to read, even if they could comprehend it. So I started over. The second draft was less volatile, shook up with the leftover...