My nails must be armor too today, the third time I'll have seen you since I said "no more" eighteen months ago.

October 2nd, 2013, 2pm

It was 27.8°C. The wind was light.

The polish is called ‘leather,’ but it dries with tiny, matte bumps that feel like sandpaper. We will be perfectly cordial when we greet each other tonight in a crowd of mutual friends that were casualties, on my side, of our dissolution. I rarely think of you now in this new life I built, but I cannot yet be blithe and casual about the times we overlap in person. We meant too much to each other, and everyone wanted us to make it. At the party around us there will be similar stories swirling, unacknowledged, but present in the knowing glances sustained over cocktail glasses.

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Kristen Taylor

drinker of raw milk, founder/editor of @saucymag, call me @kthread

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