He’ll come with a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. I know he will.

They say life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get.

But I know what you’re going to get.

You’ll get a box filled with little white chocolate lies, with hurt that oozes from the raspberry filling.

You’ll get “You’re the coolest girl I’ve ever met.”

You’ll get “I’m so glad this is happening.”

You’ll get “I’m not looking for anything serious.”

You’ll get in the car and never hear from him again.

Welcome to Microvember, my take on NaBloPoMo. Each day this month I’ll be posting microfiction, short vignettes, or poetry, accompanied by photography. See more Microvember posts here.