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August 24 - September 18, 2023
You either love too little and watch everything you’ve built slip through your fingers like sand in an hourglass, or you love too much, and that heap of sand weighs your chest down until you can’t breathe. Love isn’t black-and-white. It’s a murky gray, a bleak landscape devoid of effervescent life. And it’s my crucible.
Dear Lord, give me strength. Make me think about anything else besides riding Hayes like it’s the Kentucky Derby.
If I hadn’t stopped her, she probably would’ve harvested his balls and hung them over her rearview mirror like a pair of fuzzy dice.
You know how when you’re drowning—or, I hope you don’t know—you try your hardest not to swallow any water? Because the more water you swallow, the harder it is to breathe. Did you also know that you have to let a little water in to allow yourself to swim back up to the surface?
“Aeris, was that a compliment?” “And…I revoke it.” “Nope, you can’t. You already gave it to me. I’ll cherish it for the rest of my life,” I declare, pretending to snatch her invisible compliment out of the air and place it over my heart.
“If you don’t move your hands, I’ll pin them to the fucking ground. You’re not hiding from me. You’re not keeping any part of your body from me. Right now, you’re mine. You’re going to let me worship every inch of you, and you’re going to like it. Do you understand?”

