Us, Again

by Elle Maxwell

I’d allowed another person to become essential to my being, to my very act of breathing, and when he was gone, I suffocated.

I’m looking for companionship and compatibility, not passion. Passion is nothing but a temporary high that eats your brain cells.”

don’t need a man to make me happy. That’s just window dressing. I’m structurally sound and whole all by myself.”

Because you know what happens when you lean on something and it suddenly disappears? You fall the fuck down.

This is why they call it chemistry. One second we are two stable elements, safe in equilibrium with inches separating us. In the next second, we collide, and the combination is immediately explosive.