The Pisces

by Melissa Broder

But I missed having that open space before me in which to decide.

I’d never had that type of tactile feminine love as a teen.

“My mother doesn’t accept my pit bulls. Or, she accepts them, but she doesn’t like them. Which is exactly the way she was about me as a child. She just tolerated me. But she didn’t think I was special.

But why then did his pure love feel a little scary while the others had strangely felt safe?

Known vs unknown. Vulnerability vs safety

I wondered if real love always devolved into this: moments of non-sexiness.

Exactly