I’m writing this because I’m heartbroken.I’m writing this because I’m in love.I’m writing this because more amazing, astounding, mind-blowing things have happened to me in the last two months than in my whole life before I met him, combined.I’m writing this because I’ve lost more than I ever thought I would be able to bear.And even though I hate myself for doing it, I pray to God I can hold him… …kiss him……make love to him……just one last time.• • •Okay, enough of mopey beginnings. I’m really not that kind of girl, I swear.I guess I should say ‘woman,’ not ‘girl.’ I am 24, after all, and, well, you know – ‘yay feminism,’ right? It’s just that I never really felt like I was an adult. In a lot of ancient societies, they had some sort of ritual that women go through where you know you’re a woman afterwards. ‘You passed the ritual? Congratulations, you’re a woman by definition!’In the 21st Century United States of America, getting married or having a baby probably qualifies. Al
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