As I squelch in my Converse, I think about the word consistent. It’s not the sexiest of words, or the most romantic. When you close your eyes and imagine your ideal person, it’s not the word that arrives right away. You tend to go for words that, you, Reese, comfortably inhabit. Words like charming and exciting. I cannot think of anything Alfie ever did that was exciting. That’s not what our love was. I never felt like I was on the top of a roller coaster about to drop. I never felt anxious butterflies in my stomach while I waited for his messages, because I never had to wait for his messages.
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