A real conversation that I will one day write into the dialogue of a story.
“He’s precious,
and I love him.
Everything he said on the phone was precious,
and he loves me
but,
I don’t need him that way.
And I refuse to let myself believe that I do,
because it’s simply not true.
I am young and pretty and strong and I can do so many things. Too many things to waste time feeling things that aren’t worth feeling.
I’m not saying I’ll never kiss him again, but I’ll do it knowing why he’s kissing me.
I get it.
I do.
But I love you
and you’re precious
and you love me
and that’s way more worth feeling.”
