Your relationship to the author is solidified and you want so badly to know him and to call the number he provides.
I was engaged for a grand total of a month and a half, when I was pretty and skinny and seventeen, as arranged by my parents who wanted nothing but the best for me.
You will learn a specific, biting type of alienation that is drunken aloneness when you are surrounded by a room full of strangers you pretend to know, and that will make you an in-your-bones kind of tired. This is the kind of tired that you will wish you could un-know.
I imagine people looking at us and wondering if we eat breakfast together.
Why are you alone? Is it because you have to be, or is it because you chose to be?
And I want to fall in love; I might even want to fall in love with you. I have this tremendous capacity to love and I am drowning in it.
You know that bittersweet subtlety that only exists on an autumn mid-morning? That impossible-to-pinpoint scent that rides on the new crispness in the breeze? Does it tug nostalgically on your heartstrings like it does on mine?
I don’t not-love you in a way that deserves a song. I just don’t. It is the most anti-climatic thing in the world, falling out of love.
When you visit for vacations, start an unsustainable relationship. Dive into it with blind intensity. Push for things to happen, fast fast fast, snap your fingers. You don’t have time for taking it slow.