and i can see why you'd pick them over me,

by Rachel Lynch in


Jake and I went out for drinks. Him being one of my closets companions and a bit older gives me a chance to learn a thing or two. He's one of those men, and there are damned few, who go out of their way to appear mysterious; to not be completely all there. I value those who seek to hide, who don't put it all out there on the table like a hot dinner. Our stories are our own and we don't have to profess them to every measly cricket. And who are we to think that sharing our words will get us anywhere, I'd rather go to an internal war than walk along the shore of pointless self-expression.