So Sad Today

s hard to compare the person you see once every three months with the person you see every day. It’s hard to compare the person you don’t really know with the person you’ve been with for eleven years. The rarer person starts to look better. You don’t see his flaws. He only shows you his best self.

When you have low self-esteem, to be embraced at your most vile is a marvel.

What happens to the space that two people occupied together? How can it just disappear?

I TELL MYSELF I KNOW nothing about love so I can recover. I am recovering from a fantasy that I projected on a young man’s body.

I guess you aren’t going to rescue me from my life: a love story

Sorry we couldn’t get it in my ass: a love story.

No teeth on the clit, thanks: a love story.

When I send nudes I like to receive a full dissertation on their greatness: a love story.

Imagining that you are going to come back to me is my favorite way to spend the day: a love story.

I’ve been on your FB page for five hours today: a love story.