I wish I had met you earlier.
I wish I had met you at 22. Then I wouldn’t have to see him in your shoulders and your face.
I wish I had met you at 23. Then I wouldn’t hear his laugh in your laugh and your scrunched-up face.
I decided to be vulnerable last week. So I set up an elaborate Valentine’s Day plan to get this going. Macarons and rocky road at my…
I let you touch me and the world didn’t fall apart.
The Reichstag fire. On Feb. 22nd, 1933, Marinus van der Lubbe supposedly set fire to the Reichstag, the seat of the…
I don’t remember everything I said when I left him. The last text I would ever send on my American number. The last call I would ever take on U.S. soil. But I do remember saying that whoever he chooses in life, whoever she is, she is a lucky person. Because she has him.