How to Fall Out of Love Madly

by Jana Casale

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, and so now with how things were with Theo, it felt like she was back in a family again.

as the days passed, she’d be more like her real self and less like her fake self, but that real self was also becoming more like the fake self and so where she was was somewhere in the middle. People would say one of two things about that, they’d say dormant or they’d say dead.

She was in love with him and every facet of herself newly cut through his prism was exalting.

The funny thing of it is, you feel two ways when someone touches you when you don’t want them to: you feel devastated, and you feel stupid for feeling devastated.