Him: You really don’t like your body. Me: True. Him: I like it. It’s a good body.
I enjoyed being with him more in this nonphysical space, but I also felt the need to board up the windows of my self.
Me: I feel kinda precarious in general, and I can’t really date you. Or date anyone. I’m sorry but I can’t. I like you, but I can’t date you.
Him: We agree on that. Too much work. All people in relationships ever do is talk about their relationship status. It’s like a Ferris wheel.
Me: Huh? Him: When you’re on a Ferris wheel all anyone ever talks about is being on the Ferris wheel
and the view from the Ferris wheel and whether the Ferris wheel is scary and how many more times it will go around.
Dating is like that. Nobody who’s doing it ever talks about anything else. I have no interest in dating.
Me: Well, what do you have an interest in? Him: You. Me: I don’t know how to respond to that.
Him: You don’t need to. Have a good day, Aza. Me: You too, Davis.
I had an appointment with Dr. Karen Singh the next day after school.
I sat on the love seat across from her and looked up at that picture of a man holding a net.
I stared at the picture while we talked because the relentlessness of Dr. Singh’s eye contact was a little much for me.
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