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Sometimes I swear adulthood is staring at your phone and wondering which of your friends has enough time to deal with your latest emotional meltdown, then realizing none of them do.
No matter what other feelings I had, I never judged him for falling victim to the wounds of his adolescence.
It’s why I’ve always loved early-morning sex. There’s an instinct to it that no other time allows, just bodies and hearts doing what they want more than anything else.
I should be okay on my own, but I can’t help searching for that feeling of belonging. It’s so hard for me to find my place—when I do, maybe I hold on too hard, but it’s only because I know what it’s like to lose it.
“All the best things are scary,”
“I lost you once, and I don’t want to lose you again. You don’t want to hear that I was so fucking miserable with you and without you.
But I want a life that makes me happy. I want something that’s going to feel right, not just give me financial stability.
Time is a miracle. It shows you what you had, and sometimes it brings it back to you. Different. Better.
