I Could Live Here Forever

by Hanna Halperin

“I feel bad for anyone in the world who isn’t us.”

Someone would show me a little love and I’d open my arms to them. I trusted it. I learned after a while, though, that there’s a lot of bad people out there. It didn’t make me less loving, but it made me pickier. At the end of the day, you have to decide what you want to accept in a relationship.”

It occurred to me that Charlie didn’t know my father’s first name. He didn’t know who my best friend from childhood was or anything about my four years as an undergrad in college. We’d never spoken about religion or politics or anything that was going on in the news. He’d never taken me out to dinner. “Charlie,” I said, but he didn’t hear me over the music.

When I saw on Facebook that Charlie had a new girlfriend only a month after our breakup—a

I hated waiting for texts. I spent so many hours waiting for texts.

I was pickier this time around, but found that most men weren’t looking for a relationship, even the ones who claimed they were.

I didn’t judge us—any of us.