SEE-YA (2/2)

18 months passed.

“Why are you breaking up with me? Why are you doing this?” she asked.
“I don’t know.” I said.
“So you can’t even give me closure.”
“The only closure I can give you is that you’ll get over me quicker than I’ll get over you, and I’ll still be confused by the time you’re sleeping happily with your next guy, dreaming ( Read more... )

HI-YA (1/2)

(From the archives.)

We met at a lounge on the east side of Yonge Street, which is to say, on another fucking planet. I didn’t know it at the time, but she was going through an illness that caused her weight to plummet down into the double-digits. I just saw a slim, pretty girl with bangs and a superb waist-to-hip ratio wearing black ( Read more... )

GOODBYE (2/2)

(From the archives.)


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HELLO (1/2)
(From the archives)

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So many women, so many relationships, with the majority of them - the meaningful ones, whatever that means, maybe the ones that last longer than two months? - end because of the same damn thing: I will inevitably need more and more time and space. An infinite amount, it seems. What the fuck is that? Who the fuck am I, quantum physics? General ( Read more... )

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I’ve been dating a girl for two months now, the very same girl that I befriended earlier in the year to reverse my reputation of befriending girls just to sleep with them. So it wasn’t a surprise to anyone but my friends, who know I wouldn’t kick around in the shadows for 8 months to land a girl. Everyone else thought it went according to a non- ( Read more... )

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