The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

Sometimes,” he says, pulling the sheets over us both, “it’s easier to hate something than admit you’re just pissed off you’ll never have it.

We view men like wayward little boys, but we judge women the way we do ourselves: as harshly as possible.

because the worst things they say about me aren’t nearly as bad as the things I say about myself.

Is he your boyfriend?” one of them asks, sweeping her appreciative gaze over him. “Him? No. Satan isn’t allowed to take a companion on the Earth’s surface, as far as I know.

Hey, Drew?" I say. She looks over at me. "Just so you know, you're not the fifth wheel, right now. You're the glue.

he doesn’t say much about his mom. Maybe that’s how you know he’s got a good one: she’s like the foundation of a building, attracting little notice, there simply to hold him up.

Because anything that thrills you will hurt that much more when it’s lost.

There’s also a sunrise hike,” she says. “The hotel provides a flashlight and map.” I can’t help it—my eyes meet Josh’s. The sunrise is kind of our thing now. He raises his brow as if to say Obviously, we’re doing it.

It's really a wonder no one's beaten you to death," I tell her wearily. "And I'm not talking about strangers. I'm talking about the people who know you best.

They’re that road trip sort of couple. The ones who don’t know what’s coming but are in it for the long haul.

Drew, I can’t breathe, he’d say. I know, I’d reply. All part of my long-range plan to steal your silver.

One day I’ll merely say I watched the sunset here, but I probably won’t remember the way Josh made me laugh. I won’t remember him saying Tell me something real, as if what I said and what I felt and what I thought actually mattered.

Everyone but me is sipping their water—I chose not to bring any solely because Joshua reminded me to, which irked me. Hopefully, the Sour Patch Kids I brought instead will be a decent substitute.