Month 33

Jordan

33rd time I’ve gotten those cramps.

33rd time I’ve laid down that towel to sleep on so I don’t ruin my sheets.

33rd time I’ve sat there the day before it was supposed to come, praying this would be it.

33rd time my heart had been broken.

33rd month in a row that the red in my underwear has crushed my spirits.

Maybe month 34 will be better.

Maybe month 34 will be the month my dream comes true.