Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always…
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USA TODAY BEST-SELLING BOOK The rules: no kissing on the mouth, no staying the night, no telling anyone, and above all... No falling in love Anna Jones just wants to finish college and figure out her life. Falling for sta
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There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.
Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it.
There are times when I doubt everything. When I regret everything you’ve taken from me, everything I’ve given you, and the waste of all the time I’ve spent on us.
It scares me how hard it is to remember life before you. I can’t even make the comparisons anymore, because my memories of that time have all the depth of a photograph. It seems foolish to play games of better and worse. It’s simply a matter of is and is no longer.
Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always…
There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.
'It was a mistake,' you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.
Fuck you for cheating on me. Fuck you for reducing it to the word cheating. As if this were a card game, and you sneaked a look at my hand. Who came up with the term cheating, anyway? A cheater, I imagine. Someone who thought liar was too harsh. Someone who thought devastator was too emotional. The…
It was after sex, when there was still heat and mostly breathing, when there was still touch and mostly thought... it was as if the whole world could be reduced to the sound of a single string being played, and the only thing this sound could make me think of was you. Sometimes desire is in the air;…
I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don't realize you're on the floor.
'I want you to spend the night,' you said. And it was definitely your phrasing that ensured it. If you had said, 'Let’s have sex,' or 'Let’s go to my place,' or even 'I really want you,' I’m not sure we would have gone quite as far as we did. But I loved the notion that the night was mine to spend,…