Dear Heart, I Hate You — J. Sterling

I didn't plan on him.... Or for him. Or anything that had to do with Cal Donovan from Boston. Meeting him had been a complete and utter surprise, taking me completely off guard. I met new people every single day in my line of work and none of them affected me. Wasn't that the way of things though? You could meet a thousand people and none of them would mean anything to you, but then you'd meet one and they suddenly meant everything. I was a self-professed workaholic. When did making yourself your number one priority become such a horrible thing? I wasn't entirely sure, but I learned fairly quickly after my last breakup that men didn't like being second on a woman's priority list. And they seemed to be intimidated by a motivated female, calling me things like “hard to handle,” “challenging, ” and “difficult.” Being single seemed to work best for me and I had no plans on changing my relationship status anytime soon. And then I met Cal. And he f***ing ruined everything.