Those Three Words

by Alexis Winter

I swear it’s like the moment men know that you’re happy without them and you’ve made the decision to focus on yourself, they send you a text. It’s like there’s a fuck-boy beacon that goes off, sending a signal straight to their little shrimp dick the moment we are happy.”

Okay dick isn’t worth feeling like shit after; that’s only reserved for spectacular, firework, life-changing, back-breaking dick.

“Sweetheart, there’s no point in others liking you if you don’t like yourself.”

“I want to marry you. I want you to be my wife. I don’t want you to move out, unless it’s moving out of your room and into mine. I want us to both build a life together and memories with Eleanor.”