Lustful Red Flags

We decided to go to our separate ways.


And it certainly wasn’t as simple as that sentence sums it up to be.


It was a long arduous haul. One that had some wild ups and downs for lovers.

I don’t think it’s supposed to be that way.


Though as a society we normalize the struggle and battle of power between lovers.


We probably shouldn’t though.


It all started so lustfully.

Red flag 🚩 #1


Almost instantly I found myself intertwined with him like vines. He whispered sweet nothings in my ear, and I into his.

Red flag 🚩 #2


That’s why this was destined for disaster. A foundation built upon deception is no recipe for success.


The disaster came faster than the lust.


In a flash he went from shiny and new to dull and regular.


It all happened so quickly.

Maybe it was the late nights alone.

Or the frantic phone calls searching.


Perhaps it was the fleeting sweet feelings with each passing day as our disdain for one another grew.


That seems to be the cycle of the digital dating age.


You find someone and don’t know much about them.


Nor do you care to truly get to know them.


They fit a particular moment and aesthetic that you’re after.

Once you have it and realize it’s not as shiny as you thought.


You put it down.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.