Fragmented Musings — Medium

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the man I loved

sometimes great love is not one of romance I took my usual path around the isolated corridor, and I saw him sitting there, brows furrowed with a certain intent in his eyes, quietly scribbling on piece of paper. I didn’t know how and why, but I intuitively knew he was writing a note for me. In that very instant my heart broke, and I took myself by surprise by the velocity of my emotions. My eyes started brimming uncontrollably with tears and they became the first I had ever shed for a man, not bound by blood to me.

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The person I must become

closing a chapter in order to begin a new one

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I wait to cry

for all the moments that move me

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Experiencing humanity’s grace via flat tires

rediscovering fortune through misfortune

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The greatest love of my life

on what it means to love the world

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Space

to not react to anything

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New York

and the love she made me see

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My best years are ahead of me

Reflections on turning 33

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Build up habits that compound

what tiny changes can amount to

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The day that changed me

Connecting the dots from reclusion to activism

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I think about my death a lot

When death becomes a reason to truly live

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Falling out of love with love

When romance is no longer romantic

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Breaking up with food

What I learned on a three-day liquid diet

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I think I am from outer space

finding my kind of people by gauging their reaction to this statement

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Rhythm of my heart

for the song that was never going to be written

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You

The best way to love you, is to fulfill my own destiny.

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