He’ll grab your waist and whisper in your ear but six months later you’ll find yourself drunk texting him that you miss him and he won’t respond.
It’s not just about sex. Don’t get me wrong. Sex is fucking great, but when you have a connection with someone, when you feel so strong for someone, just a kiss is enough to make your knees weak. You just can’t beat that.
Very early on in life,
I learned that we couldn’t fix people.
The first time I heard my mother cry,
I was 7.
And even though I was young,
I swore the sound of her sobs
was also the sound of my heart shattering.
And I remember hugging her,
Because I thought that maybe if I held her tightly enough,
she wouldn’t fall apart.
I learned that I was wrong about that, too.
Fast forward ten years,
And here I am again,
Trying to fix you.
And even though I know that we can’t fix people,
I’m still giving it my best damn shot anyway,
Because the very fact that you are broken,
broke me too.
And I learned that
When we try to fix people,
We realize just how broken we are.