It was almost our one-year anniversary. How do you see our future together, I asked, because I could really see myself settling down and falling in love with you. Thank you, you replied.
A few days passed. You said you thought about it and you didn't know when you'd fall in love me or IF it would ever happen — yet you oddly didn't want to break up. I ended things that day. I don't know if I really loved you. I think I just wanted to fuck some shit up so you'd finally be honest.
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Editor’s note: WE’RE DOING IT LIVE, PEOPLE. Philly-area folks, mark your calendars for a ~breakup story slam~ on Thursday, Feb. 15.
We’ll have a couple people read their stories from the archives and maybe tell us a bit more about their real-life scenarios that inspired them. But mainly, we’ll celebrate My Favorite Breakup’s third birthday. It’s all happening at the legendary Pen & Pencil Club, aka the nation’s oldest continuously operating press club and my very favorite dive bar.
Some excellent people have already signed on to read. If you want to get involved, reply to this email to let me know! I’ll also share more details (and likely a formal registration page) in the next few days. Thank you for all your support thus far <3