Sick

ove is the only good way many of us know how to feel alive.

In some ways, I keep myself sick.

I wanted to blame it on that because I wanted to blame it on my relationship with Alexander, the only man I dated twice and the only man I never spoke to again, the ex who is now married to one of my oldest college friends, whom he met online months after we broke up. I don’t have any good thoughts about Alexander.