How boring, I thought, to have fallen into the same trap of a barely there man. I had built this house just for me; he ruined it by reminding me that I still wanted to make room for someone else, no matter how little room was left. I resented that I still had the muscle memory to make space for someone who made none for me. I thought it was okay because he was my age. Somehow, we were equals, even though he kept a polite distance from me always, and I was so swept up in him that I wanted to drink his blood through a curly straw.
