stripped down to our skeletons

“You are shaking fists & trembling teeth. I know: You did not mean to be cruel. That does not mean you were kind.”

““What is this between us?” His throat dries out instantly and he feels like on the verge of collapse, like falling with arms open wide and it’s a horrible, indescribable, gut-wrenching feeling as if someone cuts out his entrails because he knows what this is between them, knows that it’s far too much and not nearly enough but he can’t let the words fall from his lips, can’t accept the circumstances of their situation. So he answers, “It is what it is.” It’s all he needs to say because she hums in agreement, raises her head and kisses his lips.”

“I wish people could just say how they feel like ‘Hey I really don’t like when you do that to me’ or ‘Hey I’m in love with you’ or ‘Hi I really miss you and I think about you all the time’ without sounding desperate. Why can’t everyone be painfully honest and just save people the trouble.”