What is it about men that make women so lonely?

I used to be a child. It came naturally to me. I was an adult for a time, too. That came less naturally.

Listen- all that she was then, all that she is now, those gestures, everything I remember but won't or can't articulate anymore, the perfect words that are somehow made imperfect when used to describe her and all that should remain unsaid about her- it is all unsupported by reason. I know that. But that enigmatic calm that attaches itself to people in the presence of reason- it's something from which I haven't been able to take comfort, not reliably, not since her.

Charisma will sustain a relationship only in the way that strong coffee first thing in the morning will sustain a career.

What is it about men that make women so lonely?

You know you're in love with somebody when you wake up next to them, comfortable despite your breath smelling like the week-old water at the bottom of a vase, when you are terribly excited to see them, to talk to them again, having missed them after all that sleep.

Hell is the special pain that dwells in that loss which you yourself have caused