Sometimes I slept with men I met in pubs or at parties on weekends, fell in love with them immediately, and scared them away just as quickly. Sometimes I took ecstasy and kissed my friends in the corners of dark rooms in strange houses with no idea of how I’d get home. We’d indulge our comedowns the next day with Bon Iver and Bright Eyes, dreaming of the kind of love those men felt, and wondering if we would ever find anything so iridescent and beautiful. Nothing was permanent.
