Why do I keep attracting married men
A message that lands after ten at night. A sentence about his home life, said low, and you listening like nobody else does.
He tells you what's wrong at home, and nobody listens to him like you do. You're funny, you don't ask for anything, you say you're fine with how it is. Then comes the night you look at your phone knowing he's at the table with her. It squeezes my chest a little, that night.
Maybe in these stories, nobody ever asks you to stay. No Sunday at his parents', no ‘let's move in’, never an ordinary morning where you'd see how it looks in daylight. It's gentle, loving without risking anything. And it costs: you're the one he goes to, never the one he introduces.
You're the one he goes to, never the one he introduces.
I was wondering…
What would it ask of you, to be wanted out loud, on an ordinary Sunday morning?