You don’t miss that ex-boyfriend. What you miss is how you tangled ankles and feet when falling asleep, had a way you knew to tuck knees within knees, habitually, without thought or discussion, how long that took, and then how long it’s been, and how you think you forgot, and what if you can never just be touched again?

 I can safely say that the hardest thing I’ve ever done was break up with her. Insert joke about it being better to have “loved and lost”; insert heartfelt, nauseatingly optimistic assertion that “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. Now cross them out and try looking your mistakes in the face. Embrace them, thank them, and love them in the ( Read more... )