Cult Classic

by Sloane Crosley

Not every breakup is acrimonious. Not every relationship has to end with a stab wound. Most of these things don’t work out.

It was like seeing every cigarette I’d ever smoked in One Great Big Pile.

And on your good days, you think, hey, it’s because my heart is too big to get through anyone’s tunnel. And on your bad days, you think it’s because my heart is this tiny petrified piece of shit and it passes through other people like a kidney stone. Like it’s either nothing or it causes excruciating pain.”

When men wanted to cry “fat,” they touched their stomachs. When women wanted to cry “fat,” they touched their thighs, arms, waists, butts, cheeks, and chins. At least we liked variety. No one could take that away from us.

Freud said that a man who doubts his own love must doubt every lesser thing.”