1.
Me: "Do you really think that he loves me?"
Adam: "He did say it to you, didn't he? I think he does."
Me: "Well. I don't believe him."

2.
Replacing my vocabulary from lover to friend.

3.
Goodbye, eye contact.
Goodbye, empathy.

I take longer than most people when starting to love, and when I do, I often want to run out on them due to my fears and distrust.

I asked him to let me know when he falls in love with me when we were starting our relationship.

"This way," I say,
"I will have an easier way to fall for you, because I would feel safe."


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"Used to be a man-eater,"
is like stating that I am an ex-con,
how I am now a person who can function normally in society again,
how I have been rehabilitated back into society,
how I can be a healthy cog in this machine,
no longer a threat,
no longer a criminal,
no longer dangerous.

I have fixed my ways,
I am fixed,
someone fixed me.

He's gonna slay me while I light him up in flames.

I killed Rudolph and turned his antlers into bottle-keys as gifts for friends.
It was a five hour chase over NYC rooftops involving night-time stealth, a hang-glider, knife, and 10M bear mace.
Need to figure out how to cook caribou steaks soon.
Charlie "helped" as my sidekick.

Looks like we are going to get a ton of coals from Santa.
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I want a one-piece, hooded and crotchless ugly Christmas sweater, but don't know how or where to find one.

This is always the time of year where I regret my fight against "becoming any female stereotype," by not learning how to crochet and knit, cook and bake, et cetera.

I listen carefully, as time starts to slow down as he pauses to draw out the words,
"I really really really like you."
But I swear I heard the word love in there somehow.

There is no such thing as, "enough emotional experimentation."

It's much easier to convince someone that you are crazy than it is to convince them that you are sane.

Baby, I'm going to teach you how to bleed charisma.