As a film-maker, I thought I could write the screenplay for my own love life. When I got lost in a hailstorm at 12,000ft, searching for my ex, I realized I desperately needed a new ending
He doesn’t love me. He never loved me. And he isn’t looking for me – so I damn well better survive the night on my own.
No food, no tent, no map. No one to blame but myself. Too bad burning hot shame isn’t a heat source.
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