The No-Judgment Zone

by Ellie K. Wilde

he looks like the kind of guy who’d patiently help your grandmother cross the street one minute and fuck you dirty on the floor the next.

“People having it worse doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to feel unhappy. And it doesn’t make it okay to stay unhappy,”

I’ll make you crave me so bad you’ll be screaming my name in your dreams.

“You make it really hard, sometimes. Convincing myself I can live without you.”

“And if you asked me whether I’d have done anything differently, even knowing how it ends between me and your mom, even knowing I’d be a mess for a decade after, I wouldn’t change a thing. I’d have soaked in even more of her, leading up to the moment she went away. I’d have memorized every detail so that I’d still have them years after she was gone.”