Becca Cohen

You will think this is childish, but I need you to know that no matter how mad I am at you, I am never mad enough to be too far away. So please, love me anyways.

I don’t think we make love, I think we have sex. I don’t talk to you during or pull you closer after. I don’t count the freckles on your back or rub your shoulders at night.

When a girl starts to like me, I tell them I can’t love two people at once even though you have disappeared and moved on.