I love my girlfriend. She is great to me and she deserves to be treated excellently. But sometimes I just end up being an asshole. I moved to this city when I was 18, and she has been living here her whole life. Her past is so thick around us it’s almost tangible at times. She has more experience in most everything than me, and sometimes I can’t help feeling that she’s already had all the crazy times she wants to have. She’s tried all the drugs she could wish to, had all the hot sex. Not that what we have isn’t hot, but it seems like she’s less motivated, like it’s nothing new. These feelings, of love and of distance, have a quiet war within me.
