Today was the first day of the rest of my life. It was okay, I think the second day of the rest of my life will be better
Melissa BankMots clés life
I guess love is the real suspension of disbelief.
Melissa BankWhen you're out" She advised, "try to appear captivated.
Melissa BankYou can feel like he wants to own you,-not like an object but like a good dream he wants to keep having.
Melissa BankMots clés love relationship
But then you hear that he can't hear you, you see that he can't see you. You are not here--and you haven't even died yet. You see yourself through his eyes, as The Generic Woman, the skirted symbol on the ladies' room door.
Melissa BankMots clés love relationships invisible
You have to shrink yourself to fit into this little life with him.
Melissa BankMots clés life love relationships
You see yourself through his eyes, as The Generic Woman, the skirted symbol of the ladies room door.
Melissa BankEven now, he is every blue blazer getting into cab, every runner along the river,every motorcycle coming and going.
Melissa BankMots clés love relationships
You smell like a bar," he said.
I thought, You smell like a library. But I wanted to have sex right then, so I said, "You smell like a poem.
Well," I said, "I have to go."
He said, "Can I call you?"
I waited a long time before answering, though not, of course, as long as he'd made me wait. I let him stand there with the question in the air while I took a good long look at him, let him stand there while I stepped to the street and raised my arm for a cab. At exactly that moment, as though dispatched by some god I didn't really believe in anymore - the god of drama or god of perfect things - or maybe by my own fairy god god, a cab came. I got in, and closed the door.
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