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By Anonymous

There is only one woman. This is what you get. A single woman. Should you fail to capture her eye, her heart, then for the rest of your life you grab at fog. Ill fitting pictures. Rain clouds before the heavens. A dying dog. Etc.

She is sitting there, on a bench in the museum, reading a pamphlet and nodding her head, twirling a finger in her death black hair, thinking of wandering off on her own course (what do they know, these pamphlet people?).

You consider dying this way, in your present state. You are certain it is her. Mary stands beside you, but who is she now? Not what she was. Who she was. It’s all paved over now, beaten down. What was once infatution became two people standing in the rain, hopelessly flicking matchsticks, blotted out.
“I am going now, Mary.”
“Yes,” she says. “Yes, okay.”
You let go of her hand and you start toward...

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My girlfriend is far from perfect. She obsesses over her marketing job, gossip, money, and material things like jewelry and clothes. In the three months we’ve been together, she has not read a single page of a single book. Sometimes she likes to talk about guys who flirt with her just to ignite a reaction in me, and this makes me angry.

Nonetheless, she is redeemable. She possesses certain qualities I love and respect: work ethic, physical beauty, an open mind, a positive outlook, a generous heart. She comes from a good family. She loves me, she cares about my happiness, and she often goes above and beyond to put a smile on my face when I’m down. She also smells like lavender and honey, and when I find a sweater or scarf she’s left behind on my apartment, I often sniff them lightly and feel a warmth come over me.

The truth is, she may be a little shallow now. But we’re young, and she’s far busier than I, which leaves her little time to do things like read or write, things she claims she wants to do. I’d thought very briefly of leaving her for someone else, someone more like me. But honestly, I feel grateful to have someone in my life after all these years who loves me for who I am. I don’t need her to change. In fact, I plan to love her and nurture her and introduce her to things that I believe will enrich her life, that we may be fulfilled together.

Books on unrequited love? Going through a tough time, days away from filling my coat with stones and plunging myself into a lake.

Thanks in advance my friendly anons