Learning to love me

words came flying out. It wasn't m

Cactus, since you're an artist, paint a desk and hang it on your wall. That way you won't fo

ou. That way you won't forge

t made an angry, shocked face, like I had defeated him. His ex

he amphitheater. My knees were shaking and I watched him walk aw

to bump into him in the corridor. I texted Nia, asking where sh

nd out the door. Once I found Nia, her cigarette in hand, she took me to

ost two years, and I was really trying not to throw that effort away. I reminded m

ted no time in asking h

hink I made him madd

ean? Did you i

n't figure out what for him is just banter and down

It wouldn't be a far-fetched idea. How else would someone so young be lecturing a ma

d the nuances of sarcasm the way he did or know exactly how to annoy me the way

shortly. "How old

read one of his theses and in the bib

t she said it, he did look like a 30 year

he is a college professor. Maybe

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difficult for everything else to be anything other than boring. As I walked home at

t a

hing compelled me to do it. I had never used a desk as the centerpiece

e a few times. They were amazed at how long I could sit at an easel, finishing a painting. I wanted to make this one particularly bold

e living room and showed it to Jeffery and Deyah. They

l Geographic documentary on Nord Mythology in bed