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February 28 - March 16, 2024
Jason: I can’t wait to spend to spend the rest of our lives together. Jason: Today is the day we begin our future. Greta: It’s a good day to start again.
Except you can’t force anyone to be yours.
But at least they get a sweet write off during tax season.
The longer the night trudges on, the more everything falls into place in my fucking head. How evasive she was about planning the wedding and the honeymoon. How aggravated she got the closer we got to the wedding. For fuck’s sake, I chide myself. Crying at the engagement party, and at random points in the middle of the night every so often thereafter. Those were the signs. That fucking text. She was starting her new life, today. I wasn’t part of the plan.
I won’t allow anyone to hold me down again. No matter what, I’ll look after myself and never get attached because I arrived into this world alone and that’s exactly how I’ll leave it.
“I knew they would find some sucker to pay for it,” I mumble. “What’s that?” she shouts.
I tilt my head, enjoying the view. So fucking beautiful.
My mind short circuits when the tailor asks her to lift her skirt. The heels make her toned legs look like a mile long. My eyes follow them up, up, and I wish I could undress her slowly.
Who gave her any right to barge into my life like that?
Why does she have to be so considerate and caring? Why does everything she does have to be delightfully odd? Why does she have to be so fucking smart and funny and perfect— It hits me like a ton of bricks. Fuck. She’s perfect. Eileen McBean is my fucking dream girl.
Nosy, meddling people who just can’t let me enjoy the moment. Still, I’m grateful for my flock.
After all these years I can still hear those words, not with you. I’ve created a life for myself where I can be only for me. This is who I am, how I like to live my life. I don’t need to show anyone if I’m worth shit, do I?
“Because you’re hurting,” he says, licking his lips. “Can we please talk about it?”
My entire life is swarming in mangled, unrequited relationships.
He’s the only thing that’s made me happy in a really long time. Of course, I care if he’s even an ounce as happy as he’s made me.
Even his back muscles are corded.
The only thing I know is that I want him raw, claiming my body, quieting the outside. Protecting me from every bad decision I’ve made that has put me in this place.
Because admitting I have feelings would mean giving her full permission to reject me, break my heart, and crush my soul, I recall.
abysm
Your parents not having the fucking bandwidth to process their failures and treat you with the love and respect you deserve is also not your fault. You got that?”
She gives me a sad smile, leaning over to pat my cheek. I close the gap between us, kissing her on the lips. This kiss is less heated than what we’ve been doing for the last two days. It’s quick, soft, and fucking domestic. It’s like coming home after a long year, or years
She was a fire that could only be quenched by helping others. That’s something I always admired about her. I think somewhere along the way, the person she was disappeared. And so, I did everything in my power to get her back by assuming her life—living for her and everyone else instead of me. I kinda feel like an idiot right now. But that’s life, I guess. I can’t get my sister back; I just have to live with the person she became.
Eileen: Her L.A. friends decided to come. Jason: On it, don’t worry. Eileen: Thank you. You’re the best. Jason: No, you are but I’ll take the compliment.
and
She deserves to know her worth. What’s reasonable to ask of her, and when she deserves care and support. It feels like she knows it for once.
I love you more than life itself.”
He kisses like it’s the first, last, and best kiss all combined. It’s like getting lost in a supernova of emotions.
I love you. I love you. I. Love. You
It makes me realize that love, being intimate and vulnerable, isn’t about being confident enough to conquer the world. It’s about being patient, listening, and learning how to grow into the people we need to be, together. For him, I would try anything. I can’t imagine who I’d be if he hadn’t… happened upon me. If he hadn’t happened to me, really. “Yeah,” I say when we stop kissing. “I don’t want to hook up just for the weekend. I’m yours, Jason Spearman, for as long as you’ll have me.” He flashes me an ear-splitting grin. He kisses me on the head. “Good. You already stole my heart, Eileen
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I was right. It does make everything worth it.
They are like two long lost lovers who finally meet after a long separation.
Anger is one letter short of danger.
P. S. Your P. S. sounds more like BS
