This Time It's Real

by Ann Liang

I guess my point is that I do believe in love. Really. I’m just not convinced that kind of love could ever happen to me.

“I’m kidding, by the way,” he says evenly. “You’re still way hotter than my manager.”

And this, I think, is my ultimate fatal flaw. Missing people who don’t miss me back.

I’ve suspected that there’s something fundamentally unlovable about me.

Writing is a means of telling the truth. Both the beautiful and the ugly.

“Caz, I’d love to be inconvenienced by you. I wouldn’t mind being inconvenienced by you for the rest of my life.”