Am I a romantic masochist?

To the Left

I’m the reason I can’t find love, and nothing can convince my stubborn self otherwise. My love language is self-sabotage, and it always seems to best me.
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Photo of a couple on the beach

Little thrills: A short story

Are you trying to kiss me? Charlie asked. It was cold enough, sitting on the damp sand, to run a shiver down Grace’s spine as she removed her arm from his leg, grateful her blushing face was hidden under the moonlight.
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Loving in limbo

American Pie?

When I begin to love, I feel the anxiety-ridden fireworks go off in my chest — a perpetual yearning not only for love but also for cultural acceptance.
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