Paper Airplane Monologue

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Paperman Paper airplanes. That's all it took. How stupid I was to befriend him, how stupid it was for me to kiss him. To believe that we were in love, only for him to imprison me. Hold me captive. He has taken everything from me. The life I had, the people I knew. All gone because he made me think we had something special. Never in my life have I ever made a mistake this big. I stare around at my surroundings. It looks like a normal Manhattan apartment, small and cramped. There is a tan couch pushed against the wall. Coffee rings stain the polished oak coffee table nearby. It reminds me of the life I used to have, clean and polished only to be stained with another's actions. The kitchen is still littered with yesterday’s meals. Bits of food,

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