Dear Heart, I Hate You

I didn’t plan on him … or for him.

I didn’t plan on anything that had to do with Cal Donovan from Boston.

Meeting him was a complete and utter surprise, taking me completely off guard. I met new people every single day in my line of work, and none of them affected me. Isn’t that just the way of things? You could meet a thousand people and they’d all mean nothing to you, but then you’d meet that one and they suddenly meant everything.

I was a self-professed workaholic. When did making yourself your number one priority become such a horrible thing? I wasn’t entirely sure, but I learned fairly quickly after my last breakup that men don’t like being second on a woman’s priority list. And they seemed to be intimidated by a motivated female, calling me things like hard to handle, challenging, and difficult.

Being single seemed to work best for me, and I didn’t plan on changing my relationship status anytime soon.

But then I met Cal.

And he f***ing ruined everything.

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Hljóðbók: 8 augusti 2016