To The Girl That Wanted All Or Nothing
Why can’t I just love you the way you need?
Why can’t I just love you the way you need?
These characters have played a really big part in the formation of my love life.
I feel guilty now, as if I should have known better. For us both.
How sad is she, exactly? Could she be happy with me?
I’m a charming man, easy to fall for but just barely, fleetingly. It becomes clear to women that I am dangerous. I am too critical of everything and everyone, myself included.
In my fantasy, you check your phone while out and step outside to be alone and read this whole thing, your heart beating.
Wolves belong in packs. I once belonged. I had friends. But some wolves are chased out of their groups somehow, venture out on their own. Now my old friends ridicule me from afar; we argue. I am distanced.
“I’m perfectly happy,” he says. He basically means it. It’s another way of saying he wants nothing. One of the greatest benefits of drugs — all desire and want disappear. The ego even dies, leaving just the moment of pure consciousness, whatever that is.
The goal is to get to Warsaw, of course, for which I don’t actually have a ticket.