between friends

lee: why am i such a shitty lover? not sexually, emotionally.

me: you're not a shitty lover. you're a muse. they don't fall in love and they're wanted by everyone. they get bored easily. they're endlessly witty and beautiful and artistic. i am not a muse. i am a lover. you are a muse.

lee: thank you.

Me: just the truth sistergirl. we're all doomed to hurt.

lee: shit shit shit

me: i just wait for the next time i'm in someone's arms, and hope it makes me feel the way it should and not the way it shouldn't. ahha and hope that it doesn't leave. not the feeling (that isn't a mystery) but the person.

lee: i suck. i'm the one that leaves. every time. i'm a shitty person and i like to escape.

me: you are twenty-three years old. do what you like. do what you like till you die.