Maybe all the strings inside him broke.

Cold one day, sweet the next; irresistibly flirty one moment, resistibly obnoxious the next.

I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.

Chicago is the Great American City, and it was really great to live there during a time of economic expansion and opportunity and growth. I felt like I was living at the center of the world. Unlike New York, no one expects you to be a professional writer.

And as paralyzing and upsetting as all the never agains were, the final leaving felt perfect. Pure. The most distilled possible form of liberation.

i wanted more time so we could fall in love.

How do you just stop being terrified of getting left behind and ending up by yourself forever and not meaning anything to the world?