You're It

by Cleo White

“You must be joking.” “What?” “That’s a terrible code.” “Only terrible? Not dreadful? Or abhorrent? Abominable, perhaps? Good god, man, I thought you were a writer!”

“I’m not a pilgrim. I own a vibrator.”

He wants me. He can’t stand the idea of anyone else having me. And it doesn’t matter. If Dar doesn’t feel the way I did about him nine years ago, badly enough to risk it, he may as well not feel anything at all. Is that so much to ask for? To be wanted?

Feelings aren’t enough. At some point, you have to act. I want to be wanted. I want to be fought for.

She understands me and sees all of me, even the parts I wish she didn’t have to, and she wants me anyway.

It’s time for me to be brave, and not in the wild, reckless way I always have, when I didn’t really care about the consequences. This is different.

Things won’t be perfect. I don’t want them to be. I want someone who is going to screw up, then break speed limits to come after me and fix it because he loves me as much as I love him.

When you screw up and hurt the person you love, saying you’re sorry isn’t enough sometimes.