Please don’t do that. Do what? Cry. Why not? Why are you doing this? I’m just so bored of you. Advertisements
Before the waiter left the table, Mark quickly changed Abby’s order from the house Chardonnay to the Chablis. At first his propensity to make these small amendments had been flattering. It was like he wanted her to have the more expensive things on the menu, the nicer room at the hotel, the better taxi service […]
But I don’t love you. I know. I’ve always known. I don’t need you to love me. I just want you to be convincing.
Anna persistently twisted her hair as she sat on the end of the bed. Her eyes, naturally big, were fixed on the floor. She had been awake all night, but she had the rare beauty which meant that a night without sleep made her look younger, more naive, instead of fatigued. She hadn’t cleaned her teeth […]
My heart no longer drops when I read your name. My stomach has stopped getting tangled. My lungs don’t hold in air until I remember to breathe again. My conscience now feels clean.
I know what he looks like. I can see you together in my minds eye. I can see him smiling at you, coy, touching your cheek with his hand as though brushing something from your face. You watch him as he walks away, the light catching your blonde highlights making your head glow like candlelight. […]
I’ve got something to tell you. I never knew how to say it, so I’m going to write it here and hope that you read it. I did sleep with that guy. I was wasted and he was rubbish, and the real reason that I didn’t call you that day wasn’t because I left my […]
No one will ever love you the way that I do. You’re the only person I’ve ever been me with. You still make me feel weak inside. I miss the way your bruises make me feel.
I just don’t get you. What does that mean? That I can’t figure you out. I don’t know what’s going on behind those eyes. I can’t see into you. But what if there’s nothing to get? There’s always something. Well, what if you don’t like what you see? Then I guess I’ll stop looking.