Yesterday, I asked a boy what we were. Today, he replied: “I think we are friends.” I cried. Not the pretty, single-tear kind. The silent, hunched on my bed, facing the wall, headphones-on-so-I-wouldn’t-have-to-explain-to-my-roomies-that-I-was-crying-over-a-boy kind.  A patch of tears darkened my pillowcase.  Last month, at this same time, it was the waffles. The waffle man at … Continue reading Luteal