Sunday morning. This was once my favorite time of week, the lazy Sunday morning that would unfold into whatever we desired. It was the magic morning, it was the morning I could almost count on rolling into your arms and then you rolling on top of me. But now? Forget about it.  I thought you were my...

I thought we were okay.I was running on autopilot,that I can admit,but I know I was here,present, conscious, I know I felt loved even ifI felt it a little bit less.  I told myself “Sometimes,it can’t always be 50/50,sometimes one person needsto offer the other more when their well is running dry.” So I offered you more. I offered...

If I asked you what you see in your future I’m sureI’d only be met with silence. Not because you don’t know where we’re going, but because you know we won’t like it. We’re not walking into any future we imagined,together nor apart, in every way that’s meant. Now it seems more like a slide into complicity,acceptance, and “you...

there are so many months between me and here and therebut I can’t wait to prepare. I can’t wait to go from wistful dreamingto actual planning, to opening a duffle bag and beginning to pack.Clothes and deodorant and soap, various and sundry things to fill the space in me (the bag) just like where I’m going will...

there are so many things about us that one could make one say we mesh. we call each other our skin twins, the same light shade but sprinkled with freckles. if we put ourarms against each other, i can’t tell where he ends and i begin. there’s a comfort here i’ve never had before, the feeling thati can...