Two Wrongs Make a Right (The Wilmot Sisters #1)

by Chloe Liese

unlike me, who’s happy existing on the edge of the semipermeable social membrane.

No time to miss a relationship when you’re drowning in work. And yes, perhaps I’m working so much to avoid meeting someone or dating at all costs, but if your last relationship ended the way mine did, you’d be single by choice, too.

I’ve cited the rough breakup as an excuse to decline social situations for the past year, when really I’m simply too weary to even think about trying with someone again, only to not be enough, to once more have the rug pulled out from under me.

So I wend my way through the crowd, searching for an isolated corner of the house to sit in, where I can pull out my phone and read. Just for a bit. Thank God for smartphones to sneak-read e-books.

I’ve always been like this, tongue-tied when my anxiety gets the best of me.

Fun is hard to have when you have lifelong anxiety, when new places and people make your throat close and your chest tighten, when

I’m happy that my heart’s not getting crushed. And my heart can’t get crushed if I don’t give it to someone. I do miss sex, though. I just don’t want my feelings tangled up in it, not when they’re even more sensitive than my body. Casual hookups are the ideal solution, but finding someone who’s up for that isn’t easy when I can’t find it in me to socialize beyond my group of friends, all of whom are either partnered or pseudo-siblings.

I told you I’m weird, but it’s like the kind of weird that doesn’t have a home anywhere. It’s like the way I am isn’t enough of one thing & is too much of another. Sometimes I feel like I don’t belong anywhere & if I was only more

of this or less of that, I would.

I’ll admit that in my worst moments, I’m afraid that special someone isn’t out there, and that looking too hard for them is going to confirm it. So, more often than not, I haven’t looked. I’ve

stayed in this holding pattern, tired of having so little but afraid of reaching for more.

People shouldn’t take on something to love and expect it to be convenient for them. You have to meet a living creature where they are, and love them for who they are, not who you want them to be.”

“You know

it’s okay, right? For someone to see the best in you. For them to like the things you’re way too hard on yourself for.”