Fiction in 58 - Love Lines

Love Lines

We’re human. We grasp at things we want, need. 

Like love. Or touch. Companionship. 

It’s all in the details, married friends like to tell the singles. Put yourself out there, they say.

To sometimes disastrous results: 

“Just look at that - she’s got men hanging all over her, while I’m over here with ‘fuck off’ written across my forehead.”