Don’t you dare let him ruin your favorite song. Do not turn on the radio and when the first note comes out you change it. Scream the lyrics as loud as you can. Do not let him ruin your favorite panties. The navy blue ones with the white polka dots and the lacy edges. Don’t think of the times he’d run his hand up your thigh and tell you absolute sweet nothing just to make you fall for him. Wear those panties, you spent a little more money on them than you would have ever on a pair of panties. Do not let him ruin your favorite perfume. Don’t think of the times that his lips were in the crook of your neck taking deep breaths, inhaling every bit of you. Wear that perfume, overdo it. Do whatever the hell you want. But don’t throw that 75 dollar bottle of perfume away. Do not hate your passenger seat. Do not hate where he stopped you midsentence in the parking lot of a diner to give you a kiss. Do not hate that seat, someone else will sit there and hold your hand and sing along to the radio with you one day. Keep your head held high, baby girl. It takes time. Do not hate these things, they are what are YOURS. Not HIS.
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