"Let me tell you something about girls like Frankie," Mac looked at me from across his tiny dining room table and took a sip of his water. "Girls like that- they just don't really love the way other people do. She loves you, she does Taylor !" I was rolling my eyes.
"She has an awfully funny way of showing it !" I scoffed.
"Taylor. . . Frankie loves you. But she is never going to belong to you and you alone. Girls like that do not settle down until they are much older, if they do settle down at all. She loves you but she is not yours. Girls like Frankie want to do what and who they want, whenever they please with no comittment to anyone in particular. No boundaries, no restrctions. Girls like that feel that love does not confine; and I have to partially agree. Love flows freely, it does not have a particular shape and can be squished into a box. Love just 'is.'"
I chewed on my bottom lip, digesting everything Mac just said.
He was right.
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Molly
Short Story"She doesn't fucking love me." The Molly was starting to wear off and the realization was all too clear.
