Diary Of A Disabled Woman Seeking Love
I was a horrible liar, and we both knew it, but I had no choice. There was no possible way I could tell him that when I reached into his coat pocket and took his hand—to this day the only bold, romantic gesture I have ever made—it was because I thought he wanted me to.
“You’re just doing that as a friend, right?” He asked, sheepishly.
“Yeah. It, uh, helps with balancing.” A few Captain and Coke-fueled seconds passed before I used the liquid courage to tell him the truth. He stayed calm while I explained that I thought he was cute, funny and kind. We enjoyed each other’s company, so why not see where this could go?
“Jesus,” he said, sighing. Apparently, it wasn’t going anywhere good. Read more …
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