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| i dont think i can love without an exit strategy..
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| "i do not know the truth, or i do not know how to tell the truth. all i have are stories, night thoughts, the sudden convictions that uncertainty spawns. all i have are ravings, more like. she loved him! i say. she must have loved him! i wait for the kind of sense that dawn makes, when you have not slept. i stay downstairs while the family breathes above me and i write it down, i lay them out in nice sentences, all my clean, white bones."
the gathering, anne enright
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| sex (or the lack thereof) always seem to be the answer to many problems in relationships that often seem without solution. so as a rule of thumb, have sex first. | | |
| i confessed to jack that the toughest thing for me was to be with someone for good. the idea that this is it. this is the man i am going to spend the rest of my life with. to decide that i will make the effort to stay and work things out and not run off the minute there is a problem is very difficult for me.
i told him i could not be with just one man for the rest of my life.
it was a lie but i said it anyway.
he asked me if i thought i was a squirrel, collecting men like nuts to put away for cold winters. i thought it was quite funny. then he said something that hurt my feelings. the tone changed drastically. then i misunderstood what he was saying. i thought he meant he didnt love me anymore. and that he wanted to break up.
it always fascinates me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all. nothing.
it hurts so much. when i feel something is going to leave me i have a tendancy to break up first before i get to hear the whole thing.
here it is. one more, one less. another wasted love story.
i really loved this one..
when i think that its over, that ill never see him again like this..well, yes. ill bump into him, we'll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend. act as if we had never been together. then we'll slowly think of each other less and less. until we forget each other completely. almost..
always the same for me. break up, break down, drink up, fool around, meet one guy, then another, fuck around to forget the only and only. then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love. desperately look everywhere, and after two years of loneliness, meet a new love and swear it is the one. until that one is gone as well.
theres a moment in life where you cant recover anymore from another breakup. and even if this person bugs you 60% of the time, well you still cant live without him. and even if he wakes you up everyday by sneezing right in your face.
well. you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses.
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