Every single time he comes over, we have sex twice: no more, no less.
There. I said it.
I went on a date, and for the first time ever, it wasn’t terrible, so now I’m really into dating and want to date more guys, and wait I don’t think that’s how this is supposed to work
I said, “I need to leave now.” In response, he picked up a bent leg and gently pressed down across my bare body. Then I never wanted him to let me go.
The two years we dated, I was trying to get over him. Months later, I realized he’d been blocked from my newsfeed the whole time: symbolic of how tepidly I adapted to the relationship, always balancing with my one foot ashore, eager to jump, but fearful of getting weighted down to the pit at the bottom
That time my crush was staying over so I blew up the air mattress and imported a chocolate from Japan for his pillow