"No, fucking isn't the same as having sex with someone you love! That's completing, that's good. And by default you do like the person you're in love with." There was no hiding the mournful quality of her tone, but the underlying hint of frustration was deeply buried and singed at her insides. "I don't think the person you love is supposed to complete you they're just supposed to help make you better by default." And she had experienced that, lost it, and didn't know how to stop her seemingly endless mourning of the whole deal.

"But going back and forth and crying over everything and whining about everything and being upset about everything is just--" She actually flailed a bit more wildly than she meant to, this wasn't tipsy, now, this was nearing a very drunken state. "Too much! Life is too short! Every other fucking thing in the world is so complicated, why make your own business just as involved? That's stupid."