When one person ghosts another, there is a split down the middle. The good guy, and the bad guy. The right and the wrong. The victim and the perpetrator. Call it what you want. It’s still terrible.
Dear World. I was walking down the street the other day and a rather attractive young man smiled at me. He eyes were the brightest shade of blue and he looked like he went to the gym at least four times a day. He couldn’t have been smiling at me, I mean, look at me. […]