Is this story real or something you made up to protect you from feeling his pain, and seeing a part of yourself you don’t want to see?
Relationships invite me to come from a place where my love cup overflows to my lover and life. I choose this way of relating over those romantic illusions.
But if you cannot stay, hold yourself in the bright light of the good gods, hold yourself for a moment in a feeling of unrelenting union.
Create what you desire by taking your time and saving your sex for someone who honors you, instead of that which gives you a hint of flattery and desire.
I have done ridiculous and radical things to stay open. Thrown food. Pushed. Slapped. Sobbed. Stuffed Twinkies in my mouth with a stranger at midnight.
Your love will flourish from a different part of you, the part that is slightly more ripe, a little more rooted in yourself.
I surrender. I don’t have the sparkle in my eye that says, it’ll be okay in the end. Tonight, it’s not okay. I’m not okay.