Memory lane

It's astonishingly easy to sleep with ex-boyfriends. It's comfortable. You can communicate things with one look that would send a stranger into days of analysis. They know where to touch you, where to kiss you. And, barring any other love interests in the picture, there's really never a good enough reason not to do it. Especially with the ones you genuinely like, and sometimes, even with the toxic bastards who made your heart bleed. Mine was with the former, and this morning I was reminded exactly why I've adored him all these years.

It's not going to happen, I said. Then he stops. I ask what he's doing and he says, Stopping. It's no fun without you.

Isn't that like the sweetest thing ever? Boys, I hope you're taking notes.