Mmmmm, I miss you Chad. The delicious ache of aged loss swelled inside me. How many years had it been now? — since he’d gone. Who else...

I hadn’t taken into account how wrong I would feel. For all the things I said, or didn’t. I didn’t feel guilty for the things she wanted...

I had a dream that she was telling me off. Then telling me off some more. Securing the last word, yet again. Then the scenery changed to...

Why does the shit stick? Not the times we listened with our heart wide open to catch the other’s pain . . . stopped everything to be...