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He was just “a night,” of which I wanted many. An experience, an anecdote, a new face, a memory. He was a piece of advice, a gossipy story, and an interesting fact that lodged in my inebriated, unconscious mind, only to be pulled out and regurgitated as my own one day.
in short, you are having an existential crisis.
Nearly everything I know about love, I’ve learned in my long-term friendships with women. Particularly the ones I have lived with at one point or another. I know what it is to know every tiny detail about a person and revel in that knowledge as if it were an academic subject. When it comes to the girls I’ve built homes with,
Anyone can be fucking fancied. It is a far greater thing to be loved.
