Showing results for "Rara" in Women's Fiction

I am that gash in her soul. Once I loved her, really loved her. And she loved me, and it was so f--king beautiful. Once. That pendulum swings to and fro. We're here, and then we're - no. How can that rare beauty be rendered irrelevant, intangible, when I still feel so damn much? Does all that energy, that glory, that significance simply dissolve? Turn to smoke? To nothing? It can't. It just can't. Are the moments that shape us absolutely random? Is time not fluid? I made promises to them, to her.

After a string of sexual conquests, she is determined to figure out why the intense romantic connections she's spent her life chasing have left her emotionally high and dry. As Natalie sifts through her past and her present, she confronts her complicated feelings about her plus-sized figure, her bisexuality, and her thwarted career in fashion design.