Alone again. Just me. Single. Always single. The way I was meant to be.
I took a quick shower after my run home from Squire’s place.
Squire called my cell phone while I was in the shower and left the message: “Hey, do you want to talk? Did I do something wrong? If so, I’m really sorry.”
Then he texted: Call me. I want to know why you ran off. What did I do?
I ignored both forms of communication.
Following my shower, I decided to sit and read Sis’ book choice. Brokenhearted sounded like the best erotic read: A Marine comes back from Iraq and finds his lover in bed with another man. He gets his heart broken. To heal, he ends up sleeping with fifteen men. Each twenty-page chapter explicitly detailed his s****l experiences. With a bowl of Sis’ ice cream in hand, and the book in the other
