In those brief moments between my dreams and nostalgia, I hope to myself that you are doing well, that you are happy.
“Since sex became easier to get, love became harder to find.”
The kind of love that centuries of books and plays and stories have regaled us with are the ones in which all expectations are defied in place of love anyway.
The best secrets are the one’s you tell in dark.
I saw Debbie, who was – as usual – depressed and depressing. Perhaps she was just having her period. That’s always the way I figure I can excuse girls’ black moods. I wish guys had that excuse, too; I’d be having my period a couple of times a week.
Never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER bring up marriage, wedding.
The most honest depictions of a woman’s power over a man can be found in literature, as Clive James argues in his book Cultural Amnesia. He gives the example of “the first thing that happens in literature”: “Troy burned because Paris was smitten by Helen’s beauty.”
Because they’re all different and no one knows what the differences actually are, so I think it’s time to bring to light these differences so people can actually know what’s going on in their lives.
This is a story that I can tell, if I will, for I was there the entire time.
I hope you have someone to spend it with you who loves you, who cares about you, and who doesn’t have some allergic reaction to things going well like I do.