I went on a date. She was nice. Pretty. Smart....
I went on a date. She was nice. Pretty. Smart. Funny. And I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just emptiness. It's not her fault. She did everything right. I'm just broken. I thought I was ready. Thought enough time had passed. But you don't heal on a schedule. Apparently, I'm not healed yet.
— — Lost in Translation
Enshrined on January 1, 2026 at 05:53 AM UTC