The Favorite Ex

My soul never stepped inside another person’s so easily as it stepped into yours. I felt safe in there. Nothing changed. I was just physically there with you. It was a world without mirrors.

We’re All In Love With The Same Man

It seems that any woman he gazes at for more than two seconds become ensnared in his workaday web, spun out of boredom and sexual desire. Who can blame him for spinning it?

Love Letter To A Near Stranger

You don’t strain the way I do to maintain a facade of order and rhythm. You just are. And in your presence I just am: I feel normal.

Love Is A Hopeless Place

I cannot see the middle of a relationship at the beginning, but I can see the end from the middle. I know that there will be an end. There has to be. This is just a stop on the road.

The Summer Kingdom

I think about the things we’ve done when we’re away from this place, and I wonder whether once we get far enough away from its gravitational pull, we spin off our axes, we lose our way.

The Coffee Shop

As I enter the shop on any given morning, he becomes ebullient, or so it seems, and so do I. Recently I’ve taken to looking at the ground to hide the fact that I’m smiling.

I’m Finally Letting You Go

For years I have been trying to impress you from afar. An unintended consequence of this is that I have, now and then, been able to impress myself.

You Are The Prototype

I don’t know what shapes we will shift into over the course of our lives. But I have seen so much death lately, and to me, you are just a little more alive than everything else.

When An Old Flame Won’t Burn Out

He imprinted himself onto my mind, becoming an indelible part of my understanding of men. Because of him, I determined that men were always to be distant, preoccupied with their own arcane desires and unquenchable sense of adventure.