It always amazes me when they stick around.

I've only perfected an act. A scripted play, a choreographed display of flirt and charm that marries me through the initial days of dating. But beyond those moments, midway through, the rules of the game change, the script runs out of chapters, and all of a sudden, we realize that we really are exposed to the other person. The scars and wounds start to appear, the marks from our past reemerge reminding us that underneath the porcelain skin, is a skeleton hiding in the closet. In my case, skeletons hiding in a room. I will admit, there a lot of things in my past that have damaged me that i am still trying to work on. & so when someone sticks around, i question "why??" and automatically think that there is something wrong with that person for putting up with my sht.

But during my trip to boston, I saw my close friend with her beau through their best and worst of times.

tbc.