Why are you batting your lashes at me? he says.
I stare up at him, mute.
I’m falling for you, and I’m not ready, he says. You deserve better, he says.
If only I had a dollar for every time I heard that. And I’m finally cluing onto what the fuck is going on here.
The last one said he didn’t want to be trapped in a relationship. Me neither.
I don’t know how to measure what I think you might be worth, so I just give you everything, and hope you reciprocate. Left lying on the floor mid afternoon, not upset, just… numb. Exhausted. Empty. Mute.
Be alone, they whisper.