H***** is my name.
I will miss being 25, cuz the year went too fast and cuz by the time one is 25, one imagines vividly someone one loved smashing blue glass flowers (and some real ones) on one’s chair, on one’s notebook,one’s story of feeling truly free.
And telling, no, yelling at one to get out of their lives. No niceties or beating around the bush. One is unwanted.
So I’ll miss 25 cuz I knew that this year, hey we all did.