Once the post-sex haze has lifted, I begin to feel sad about the possibility of losing her—a possibility that exists between all humans at all times, which makes it so painfully ordinary that I can’t imagine acknowledging its presence out loud. I’m a stupid, stupid woman with stupid, stupid nerves. And I’ve fallen in love. For a long time, I thought love was merely something that lasted a long time before it got sad, but lying in bed next to Michelle, watching her eyes watch me, it occurs to me that the more in love with someone you are, the sooner the sadness settles in.
