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Broad shoulders create a strong contrast to the fragile way he’s holding his head in his hands.
Stylish, well spoken, and smart. And smokes pot.
“Wow,” he says, shaking his head. “You’re kind of my hero. You just roasted a dead guy.”
I like that he had the urge to remember what I look like, even though he knows he’ll never see me again.
I addressed each of my entries to Ellen DeGeneres,
He reached over and tucked my hair behind my ear. I liked it when he did that and I suddenly wasn’t nearly as mad anymore.
“I’m really good at it, Lily,” he says with a grin. “You’ll barely even have to do any work.”
No time. Nope. Busy girl, here. I am a brave and bold businesswoman with zero fucks to give for men in scrubs.
“I want these,” he says, setting them on the counter. I smile, wondering if he realizes he just picked lilies. Kind of ironic.
The air is cold, and for some reason, I blame that on Ryle. Everything is his fault tonight. All of it. Wars, famine, gun violence—it all somehow links back to Ryle.
“Ugh! You’re driving me crazy! Do you want me or do you not?” He stands up straight and takes a step toward me. “Oh, I want you, Lily. Make no mistake about that. I just don’t want to want you.”
And the reason I sent you flowers this week is because I am really, really proud of you for following your dream. But if I sent you flowers every time I’ve had the urge to send you flowers, you wouldn’t even be able to fit inside your apartment.
He laughs and grabs my hand, sliding his fingers through mine.
And people like my father are the problem. Instead of helping others, people use the worst-case scenarios to excuse their own selfishness and greed.
“Lily?” he whispers, looking at me sincerely. “You just might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Lily, I’m having serious withdrawals. —Ryle
Occasionally when it was just the two of us, I saw glimpses of how a normal relationship with a father could be. Sitting at the kitchen table with him discussing colleges and career choices and high school. As much as I hated him most of the time, I still longed for more of these moments with him.
I realized that maybe a lot of people are just doing it wrong. Because what’s happening between us doesn’t feel like a responsibility. It feels like a reward. And I’ll fall asleep wondering what I did to deserve it.
Mom: A doctor, Lily? AND your own business? I want to be you when I grow up. I screen-shot that one, too.
“Hello?” “Hey, girlfriend,” he says. I smile cheesily at the sound of his voice. “Hey, boyfriend.”
I opened the bag and pulled out the best present I’d ever received. It was a magnet that said “Boston” on the top.
“Lily,” he says with stoic composure. “I would marry the hell out of you.”
“What if, whenever we decide to have a baby, I promise to do it the natural way and not buy one in Vegas?”
People spend so much time wondering why the women don’t leave. Where are all the people who wonder why the men are even abusive?
“In the future… if by some miracle you ever find yourself in the position to fall in love again… fall in love with me.”