Maybe You Can Owe Me
She was too pretty for me. I was too inexperienced. She was too crazy. I wasn’t smart enough. There was the kind and patient girl who carried me beyond the threshold of virginity and accepted me as a friend even after I acted like the scared and awkward teenager that I was. I will forever owe her. There was the beauty whose physical perfection hid a deep well of sadness. At first, I couldn’t...