Photograph: Narratively
Photograph: Narratively
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
MelissaJohnsonforNarratively,withillustrationsbyGenevieveAshley
Wed 5 May 2021 01.30 EDT
Last modified on Wed 5 May 2021 02.06 EDT
He doesnât love me. He never loved me. And he isnât looking for me â 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 isnât a heat source.