An Apology To My 7-Year-Old Self: I Know Better Now
I was seven when I first learned
That there is a kind of dirty that cannot be washed away
You And I Have Parted Ways, But The Internet Remembers Us Still
It’s a curious thing, how technology has transformed the way we say goodbye. I wonder if it’s still possible to truly forget and let go when it only takes an instant to access the online scrapbooks of everything that has gone before.
But You Said We’ll Do It All
Sometimes, when I tell her “I love you too,” I am not sure if I’m not still saying it to you.
I Don’t Need The Promise Of Forever
Don’t call me your lover. I don’t need you to promise forever. Just try your best, love, and it will be enough.
I Could Get Lost In The Details Of You
Maybe I could love you just a little more than a lot. Maybe I could do that when I don’t know too much.
What You Learn From Pain
It was tough love at its finest.
Exploding In The Quiet
“Goodbye.” It’s been six years and I still can’t spell that word with the letters of your name.
Notes From The Operating Table: On Waking Up During Surgery
I heard him ask for the drill and I heard it buzzing, but I didn’t feel anything. I remember that because I woke up two hours into my surgery with three hours more to go.
Magnetic
Sometimes you’re home and sometimes you’re a war zone.
This Is Who You Are
You are hope and sadness and betrayal. You are coldness and emotion. You are forgiveness and absolution.