Status Updates From The Two of Us

“I realize that sometimes you have to love people more than you want to change them.”

But what I’m realizing is that sometimes, comfort holds you back. Sure, most of the time it feels warm and fuzzy like a hand-knitted sweater. But eventually, we grow out of that sweater. And we need something bigger to fit the new person we’re supposed to become.

“Wait,” I say, grabbing her sleeve. “What if… what if they don’t like me?”
She shrugs as if the answer’s simple. “Then they don’t like us.”

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“Wait,” I breathe. “We can’t.”
“We can.”

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I wouldn’t survive it. I just got you back.”
I wrap my hands around his wrists. “I know. I’m okay.”
He’s trembling and I rub my hands up and down his arms. “I’m okay.”

“What?” I sputter. “You said—you said this ring meant—”
“Forget what I said! Come on, you’re not stupid. No guy spends that much money on a girl and doesn’t expect anything in return.”

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“I know. How… sweet.”
“I just figure with how serious things are getting, it’s nice for you to have something to represent that. To show people that you belong to me.”
“We need a ring to say all that?”


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I love her

“I’m sorry.”
Cat links her arm with mine, and I release a breath of relief. “I don’t like you very much right now.”
I hang my head. “I know.”
“But I still love you.”
“I know.”

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I’m instantly ashamed that I’ve said something so grotesque. Something I don’t even mean. How is it that we can do that so easily? Say things we don’t mean?

“I hope you don’t. I really hope you don’t, Ambrose, because if this is what being seen by you is like? I don’t want it.”


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deserved though

“I’m sorry, Ambrose,” I say and he stills. “For whatever happened that made you this way. But I don’t have time for this. I don’t have time to mull over all the things you do and don’t say anymore. Brandon sees me. He—”
“You think I don’t see you?” his voice is low but has an edge to it.


Look Ambrose, I'm on your side, but you gotta sort your shit and fix that attitude first

“You were biting your lip. It’s your tell.”
I scrunch my nose. “I have a tell? Since when?”
He tilts his head toward me, amusement lighting his eyes despite the circumstances and his voice is gentle. “Since you were twelve.”

“Because you have things to say. And people should listen.”

“But she is selfish. I don’t think she means to be. She simply… can’t see the people or things beyond her own light. And I love her. I would choose to disappear in her light any day. But I am sorry for you, Mara. I am sorry that you did not get to choose.”


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“Why does George risk his life to save him?”
I shrug, tracing the stitching on his quilt with my thumb. And when I look up, I hold on to his gaze like he held on to me under that ice.
“Because he loves him.”

“I guess technically, he couldn’t be a damsel in distress since he’s a boy. The very fact that there isn’t a male equivalent to damsel in distress is so sexist and—”


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Real عامة

I’m not naive enough to think our relationship is perfect, but I’ll give anything to make it last. I need something to last.

Ouch

"I never disappoint him when it comes to my body. "

This is sad

okay angst!

I’m seen and I’m wanted.

Oh boy

i know realistically that’s not his kid but … omg

hope this delivers the toxicity that I’m craving

“I have a girlfriend,” he breathes, stepping closer to me. “And right now you’re making me forget about that very fact.”

?
How is that her problem exactly?

i feel nothing so far