“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
We had sex, big deal.
Our relationship is no bigger or less than what it was.
I’m not interested in making this any more or any less than what it is.
Why do you feel the need to ignore me or make it out like I’m obsessed with you.
You’re the one who called me at 3am.
You’re the one who came, don’t forget that.
















