Gone Girl

3 Dec

I’ve stepped over the edge. Gone girl.

The adrenaline rush every time he calls. The weakness in the knees when he’s near me. And thinking about him constantly. And daydreaming. And wondering when he’s going to tell me that he loves me. And wondering if I can hold off and not be the first to say it.

Holding him, and feeling like everything’s going to be OK. Listening to his stories about his family, things he’s seen and done and felt, and longing to hear more, to know everything there is to know about this man. And admiring his strength, his commitment, his sense of humor, his intelligence, his sensitivity, his subtility.

And recognizing in him the same fragility that I have in me, the insecurity that comes after betrayal. And wanting to make it go away by loving him.

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