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"I've never loved you. How could anyone? You're pathetic..."....words from the movie, but strangely enough, they are the exact things I've wanted to say, usually to M., sometimes to J., even.
They really are the cruelest things you can sa... read entire post
I don't know why I still think of this.... read entire post
I went to a party in Lansing...coming back, when I was about to get on the highway, I decided to drive by my old apartment, but not because I felt particularly compelled to. I didn't feel that surreal feeling that would make me feel like I was just goin... read entire post
He was my security blanket. Did I need one? Yes. Do I still need one? Probably.
I remember finally letting myself collapse on him, my face buried in his shoulder, a familiar pose. Earlier in the evening, I was being contrary. Or, maybe ... read entire post
I had a dream the other night where I saw another possibililty for what worse could have happened the last time I saw the guy who was my last not-really-relationship before I moved. ( Referenced in the post titled "Remembering" ) Unfortunately, this mi... read entire post
That night, right after sex...and you adored me, but you could no longer let yourself love me. It was better than when you hated me, but where did that leave us? You ran your hand oh-so-gently over my thigh. The tenderness was so at odds with our most... read entire post