[wpw_follow_term_me posttype=”post” taxonomy=”category” termid=”3″ disablecount=”true” followtext=”Follow This Serial” followingtext=”You Are Following This Serial” unfollowtext=”Unfollow This Serial”][/wpw_follow_term_me]
From a story I’m working on:
“Two nights ago Peter went out of town. He came back last night, and we lay in bed for a while talking. He said he really missed me when he was gone, and I said I really missed him, too. Somehow we got on the subject of my not usually missing people after they’re out of my life. I have told him this before. He thinks it’s a method I use to protect myself. And in some ways, it is. I purposely remember the bad about people and not the good. Even when I really try to remember the good about people that are gone, sometimes, I can’t. He told me this makes him feel unsafe with me, like someday I will leave. So then I got to tell him again how much I love him, and that he’s different, because there aren’t any bad things to remember about him if something were to happen to take him away.
But the truth is, I am sure I would think of something. For my own good.”