My head hit the wall and left a dent in it. I was dazed when he kneeled down and asked if I was ok. All I could think was, “Really? You shove me and then ask if I’m ok as if you’re really concerned?”
When consent seems to fall somewhere between the spectrum of “yes” and “no,” it should be taken as a “no.”
I fall in love with cities the way some fall in love with people.
Should I contact him? Should I say how much I really like her? Part of us wants to show how crazy about the person we feel, but part of us does want to hold back for fear of getting hurt.
You were never perfect and neither was I. But you at least reminded me that I didn’t have to be.
The worst sex comes out of nowhere. Like when a guy brings up sex before he’s even kissed you. Or he’s completely prosaic about it.
Am I ever really going to be happy? I ran his words through my head over and over as I packed boxes and prowled thrift stores in search of perfect white plates. I had been happy, and I had infinite space to be happy; I never thought that before, but I knew it now. I had tremendous capacity for joy, but it was hard to find.
After seeing his true colors, I know that he doesn’t deserve me and, to be honest, he doesn’t deserve you either. We’re too good for him.
We choose to be in relationship because we like you, not because we can’t live without you.
The most shocking thing about your relationship is how simple it feels. It feels like it was always supposed to be this way and you realize all the petty insecurities and immature personality flaws of your past relationships caused a bunch of unnecessary drama you no longer have to deal with. Thank god.