Elissa Sussman

I don’t want to be worshipped. I want to be loved.

“You’re awfully hard on yourself.”

I’d get DVDs from Netflix and watch them alone in my room.”

Stop acting like a victim.

Stop acting like a victim.”

Success is being Bond and then not being Bond.

It’s stepping off the stage and feeling like I’m still there. That I deserve to be there.

Mostly, though, it’s her. It’s us.

It’s the stories she reads me late at night, when she’s spent all day writing and isn’t sure that any of it is good (it always is). It’s mornings waiting for the hot water to boil so we can
have tea and coffee and talk about what comes next. It’s feeling like every day is the perfect day, even if the whole day isn’t perfect, but finding the moments that are. Being so proud of her that I could burst.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?” he asked softly. “When someone thinks they know you.”

Sometimes I look back and wince at her unfounded confidence.

I want to be mad at a man,

But he’s real. And he’s spectacular