We had an unspoken love for one another. Probably because she’d never talk to me or return my phone calls or texts.


She told me she loved me. She told me a lot of things. Some of those things were true, and some of those may or may not have been true. It’s kind of hard to tell, because to be honest, I wasn’t listening.


Love is bread and water to the soul. My relationships are quite soggy.


I make love like never, only less often.


Love is meant to be sipped, rather than chugged, like a glass of wine you drink strait from the bottle.


The only time I drink milk is when I drink coffee. I make love the same way—contributing 2% as I just sort of lay there.