Joyride
You appreciate something more when it occurs as infrequently as an eclipse.
In Sickness
I was sure he could read my mind. That the only thing standing in his way, the only thing that made my face incomprehensible to him, was his lack of confidence in himself.
The Surest Path To A Broken Heart Is Fear
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. So, someone tell me what makes the heart grow less fond.
The Emotional Giver Vs. The Strong, Silent Type
Sometimes I think they’ve all been the same, my lovers, versions of each other, which is cruel, because they would hate to stand in a lineup and be found indistinguishable from one another.
The Great Wall Of Friendship
But there was space between us, so much space between us. The space that friendship opens up, the space that friendship keeps forever pushed apart with its two strong arms, like someone breaking up a fist fight.
A Thousand Miles Away And In Love
This is the pain of feeling that at some point in my life, things got more complicated when they were supposed to get simpler.
The Year Of Living Backwards
In our triumvirate there was no hierarchy. No one ever stayed at the top for very long. A rotating presidency, I guess you could call it, usually dictated by whoever was the least moody on any given day.
When ‘The One’ Is All Wrong For You
Build up enough memories, a pastiche of how things really went, and they calcify into something like a sculpture in the mind. The real person, however, wavers and darts like a dusky shadow on the grass.
Finding Love After Death
Death causes all the events that come after it to be heightened, to be either worse or better than they would otherwise appear.
On The Recklessness Of Our Memories
We choose a story and narrate all memories to the specifications of that story. Or worse: a single memory, however blurry, can start a story, can be the one random moment that sets a lifelong story in motion.