"He is so joyful all the time. You know, he made me laugh, he made me smile, and I needed that, and it endeared me to him. But I'm not gonna be like, "Oh, I loved him." I didn't. I didn't. I liked him the way I would like a friend's dog, but he didn't feel like my dog. He felt like a stranger that I was sleeping with. And it's kind like losing the love of your life and starting to date straight away. Like putting this bandaid on a gaping wound — but it's hard to fall in love in the midst of healing."
January 1, 1970