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“So. She didn’t want to be with me. Isn’t it?” “It’s not that she didn’t want to be with you. She was waiting for you.” “Waiting for me? She was with someone after me. How could she wait for me? … Continue reading
He’s the one who made me feel so comfortable. Made me feel like he’ll always be there. Made me feel confident enough to say anything, at any time. Made me feel whole. But, he never felt whole. He always felt I’d … Continue reading
I tried to tell him we needed to stop. We needed to break up. I tried to tell him, “I’m in my thirties, we can’t keep acting like teenagers. Jumping into bed at all hours of the day. Really, we … Continue reading
“You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering. But unconditional love? Stop telling that story. Love, in truth, doesn’t need any … Continue reading
“Say you love me.” “What?” “Just say you love me, I know you won’t mean it, I just want to hear you say it to me.” My heart broke exponentially, my voice cracked, “I love feeling you…” I stopped and … Continue reading
“I can’t come with you to Vegas,” she said, matter of fact. “Baby, why? Please.” He reached out for her hand, eyes somber, yet like his usual self, glimmering and hopeful. “Because every time I go, I make out with … Continue reading