How to Fall Out of Love Madly

by Jana Casale

“I’d definitely prefer a woman,” Joy said. “I totally agree. I don’t need to worry about rape as I’m, like, trying to eat a bowl of cereal,” Annie said.

When you’re a child you’re born into the arms of other people. And other people are your family and you see them every day and every second there is someone close by to you that you can cry to or can hug, but then you grow up and only if you’re lucky do you have that with someone. It isn’t an easy thing to ask of a stranger. It isn’t easy to say to them: “Love me, be with me, hold me.” Only a small number of strangers in your life will ever care to know you, let alone to love you,

I’m so afraid of every little piece of happiness falling away because I make one little mistake and try to be closer to him than I’m allowed to be.

When someone does that to you, you have a feeling about yourself like your body, which you already know to be separate from yourself, is not your own at all. Some man somewhere is touching it in his mind.

“Bad boyfriends: the highs are so high because the lows are so low.”