I told Honey about Luca and what I’d done, about my loneliness, not feeling loved madly enough. He was briefly unhappy, dragged for a few days, asked no questions, seemed to get over it, was back to whistling “Walking on Sunshine” while he patiently chipped the ice dams off our roof. “Aren’t you furious?” I’d pressed, and he shrugged. “I want you to be crazy about me,” I’d said, and he said, “You want that. I know. But you also want space to think and work. Freedom. You want to rest sometimes. You’d hate me if I tried to contain you.” He’d sighed, pressed his lips into a thin line. “I love you, but you want impossible things, Ash,” he said, finally, and it was true. It still is. 

I want impossible things. 

From We All Want Impossible Things (64-5)
HarperCollins, 2022

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