Hello, hello?
Hi.
Hi, Miya.
Hi, E.J.
I'm going to put my phone down as I read.
Sure.
'What Love Feels Like.'
We were lying on the shaggy carpet of my 500–square–foot apartment,
playing Bananagrams, deciding what love feels like.
I said, “It’s the workout where you squat and catch the medicine ball at the same time.
It’s falling and lifting at once.
Paul said, “How heavy is the ball?”
I thought about it — about his depression and compulsiveness,
my type–A personality and body image issues.
Just because we are in love doesn’t mean things have been easy.
I replied, “I mean, how do you think I got thighs like these?”
Thank you so much.
Yeah.
Bye.
Bye, bye.