Story of a Girl
We’d walk home together in the foggy summer night, and I’d tell her about sex; the good stuff, like how it could be warm and exciting- it took you away- and the not-so-good things, like, how once you showed someone that part of yourself, you had to trust them one thousand percent and anything could happen. Someone you thought you knew could change and suddenly not want you, suddenly decide you made a better story than a girlfriend. Or how sometimes you might think you wanted it and then halfway through or afterward you realize no, you just wanted the company, really; you wanted someone to choose you, and the sex part was like a trade-off, something you felt like you had to give to get the other part.
