words by dominic riccitello

It was the way he wouldn’t acknowledge I had a boyfriend. As if subconsciously he didn’t want me to move on, yet I hadn’t. I was standing in the same place just waiting for the utmost sincere apology. When it came, I had no idea what to do with it so I ran until I couldn’t run anymore; and here I am, a year later, still running. But at least I know it’s in the right direction.