Ali Lyda

It went like this: I became attracted to a guy, or an idea of a guy, and all that he represented. Things like stability and trust. Then my brain reminded me of how well all my relationships in the past had gone. How foster parents and quick turnover boyfriends had proven to me that I wasn’t someone who could earn long-term relationships.

There wasn’t someone special out there for me. ‘Someone specials’ belonged to people who deserved them. I deserved people like Ash (or maybe it was Cash?), a one-night fuck and then a “see you never” after.

No one tells you that love can hurt so, so much more than loneliness.

Why was it that the kindest words could do the most damage?