Posted: 01/12/2014
I’ve thought a lot in the weeks and months since that night at the Galaxy, about the lie you so expertly sold me. That bit about freedom – to be who we wanted to be, live how we wanted to live – it was absolutely true, but the subtext with which you laced it was like arsenic at the bottom of a drinking glass. Louise saw it long before I did. She tried to warn me, but I was (unfortunately, expectedly) too stubborn to listen.
I’ve thought a lot about that word, too: transient. You made it sound like something glamorous, whispering it over my shoulder like you wanted to ask me to prom but were too shy to do it to my face. But transient isn’t anything glamorous or romantic. It isn’t even all that nice. Do you know its synonyms? Ephemeral, fleeting, passing, short-lived, vo
