I Was Tired Of Hearing It. “Why Don’t You Just Get Over Her?! There Are Plenty Of Other Fish In The

I was tired of hearing it. “Why don’t you just get over her?! There are plenty of other fish in the sea.”

Let me tell you. She isn’t just another fish.

Other fish don’t dance up and down the aisles of grocery stores because they can’t decide what type of ice cream they want.

Other fish don’t giggle every time they say the word “fuck” because they think it’s funny. Other fish don’t think that the word fuck looks cute when it’s written in cursive. Other fish can’t find the beauty in a word that the world sees as harsh.

Other fish don’t insist on singing their favourite song. Whether they’re singing it in their car, or whether they’re singing it in the waiting room at the dentist. Other fish will just sit there while their song plays because they don’t want to be embarrassed.

Other fish don’t insist on eating their cereal out of a mug.

That’s the problem, I don’t want a different fish. The problems isn’t that there aren’t other fish in the sea. The problem is that the other fish aren’t her.“

-excerpt from a book I’ll never write- /lilk/