I miss you. Under all my layers of regret and forgetting and moving on, I always feel it. The emptiness that comes from trying to decorate your absence with new feelings, and new people. Of course I’m fine, but somehow that doesn’t make it easier. I have so many pictures of beaming faces pressed close … More Longing


Here I am–right where I never thought I’d be. At my new job, playing secretary, sitting in an office by the door waiting to greet people. I have a smile on my face and a laptop on my desk. It’s a lovely setting, neither overwhelming or boring. It’s strange, that the days of sending emails … More Optimism


I’m running out of time. I’m walking straight into a finale, full of fireworks and tears and getting older and forgetting. I don’t know when it’ll hit, but I know I’m close. Every day I wake up, one step further toward the rest of my life. Honestly, I’m afraid. I live in fear of my … More Decisions