Straight from the past. I see her coming, with her blonde hair, same baby face but with a serious look. She gives a slight smile and walks towards me. It’s her, the last person I ever thought I’d meet again, the first I wanted to see again. Yes, it’s really her. The Little American. The one who made me lose my mind for the first time, only to ghost me and disappear forever. She...
This is the story of that time when I was ready to renounce my entire world, abandon everything I had always believed in and professed, for a 21-year-old girl. I would have gladly traded everything for a life with her, my bisexual contortionist. I Called Her Slutty Baby That she was a Baby was evident from her appearance: petite, tiny, with a face that looked younger than her years. But that she...
