Introverts have an uncanny ability to live inside their minds, and because of this, it is a constant battle between idealism and reality.
I was hungry for his attention and longing for his presence. His indifference starved and weakened me. And when others stepped in and attempted to remove my shackles, I only latched them on tighter – after all, these people weren’t him.
You’re just the “In-Between” girl, a girl to fill his time between actual girlfriends. He stops talking to you and you wonder, “Was it me?”
I almost forgot how to talk to you. I don’t know how to respond to a stranger who was once a lover. How do we go from exchanging secrets to exchanging small talk? How do we talk about nothing when we used to talk about everything?
“We’re the only species (besides dolphins supposedly) that have sex not just to procreate but for other reasons, and that’s a whole stack of other reasons.”
I want you to do a double-take when I show up at your door, and then let your eyes linger on my cleavage or my legs to silently show that you’re interested.
To me, it seems obvious that a nice healthy marriage is going to have better outcomes than a strained one, regardless of whether divorce is involved, but we can agree that divorce is not a desirable path as a parent.
“He gets up, puts on his slippers, and then lays mine by the bed for me to slip on right when I stand up. We’ve never spoken about it but he does it now every single morning, and my heart still melts a little bit every single time. It’s so little but it makes me feel so loved.”
I hate that I’m closing you out
because you’re not him