The Lair

by Lisina Coney

Here’s the thing—sometimes, you have to make uncomfortable choices knowing they will set you free later.

Someone I could joke with, someone to hold me when I needed to crumble, someone to create a loving home with. Someone with a kind heart and good intentions.

I want to find a further meaning to my existence. A meaning that includes a bit of that calm and happiness I’ve always longed for.

There’s something to be said about selfishness. Why is it considered self-centered to have boundaries? Why would it make me a bad person to say no or to refuse certain things and accept others? Why is loving oneself and showing it so frowned upon sometimes?

“I know we agreed to take things slow, and we still can do that, but I can’t imagine my future without you. I don’t want to. I love you so damn much, Allie. If I ask to be yours forever, will you say yes?”