The Mind of Mr. Mak

  Love Test my old man could warn me about women. — my mother could tell me which ones to leave alone. — my boys could swear they know how they operate. — every man got a story about the one he should’ve seen coming. — so i listen. — but love has always been a terrible student of advice. — you can check her history. meet her friends. watch how she treats the waiter. — see what happens when another man enters the room. — ask about the last one. and the one before him. — listen closely when she tells you why they failed. — there are signs. — there are always signs. — but signs only tell you where somebody has been. — not where they’ll take you. — and that’s the gamble. — because the sweetest face can bring the bitterest lesson. — and the woman everybody warned you about might be the only one who ever tells you the truth. — so what am i supposed to test? — her loyalty? — loyalty doesn’t mean much unt...

  The Devil Wears Prada i thought i understood you. — maybe that was the problem. — i knew what you wore on the outside. — the silence. the distance. the decisions that made me look at you differently. — i watched you leave and assumed i knew what was leaving. — that’s the danger of presentation. — prada looks expensive because somebody designed what you were supposed to see. — and maybe i did the same with you. — took every action. every absence. every unanswered question. stitched them together until they became a woman i could understand. — the villain. — it was easier that way. — because villains don’t need another side. — then you spoke. — and suddenly there was somebody underneath everything i had been looking at. — hurt. angry. abandoned. misunderstood. — same night. different wound. — and now i don’t know what to do with that. — because understanding why you hurt doesn’t undo how you hurt me. — and knowing you cared doesn’t make your choices easier to carry. — that might be...