1. Love, for us, was never about love. It was a matter of convenience. We fucked each other because it soothed our loneliness, not our lust.
2. Lemmings commit mass suicide by following one another off a cliff. The other women acted like that around you: I could never get past them and to you. Sometimes I wondered why I didn’t just push you off that cliff anyway.
3. Our friends came up with a new drinking game for both us: every time we thought about one another, we had to down a shot. We ended up hung-over and miserable every time we played.
4. Aquariums were created so human beings could take a slice of the ocean with them into their homes. Sometimes I treated your hoodies and jeans like that: I’d take them back to my apartment with me, so I could keep a piece of you with me at all times.
5. Two years ago there were four straight days with rain. For three of those days, every time we made love, it was like going swimming in each other’s bodies since we were so soaked.
6. My therapist advised me to get rid of you. I find that ironic since at our first meeting, she told me that people are not disposable like packets of instant coffee or grocery receipts. Just this once, I decided to ignore her warnings.
7. After praying mantises mate, the female automatically kills the male. Every time we had sex at your parents’ house in their upstairs bedroom while trying to be as quiet as possible, I was scared you would kill me in a fit of passion, too.
8. For you, loneliness was an instinct. It’s something you could do with your eyes closed and your hands tied behind your back.
9. I think that if someone drew me a map of your body, I could walk through it blind and still find the way to your heart.
10. Every time we didn’t touch it was a missed opportunity.
