I am pulling up in front of his house, with a round plastic container of shredded Parmesan bouncing around the passenger seat. He called earlier in the week. "I found a few things, cleaning out storage. I think you may want them." I could've asked what the items were, and determined then whether they were... Continue Reading →
I still sit on the board of my ex fiance's nonprofit. Last night, we had a quarterly meeting. I was purposely late, if I'm being truthful. Although, I'm still not sure why, bouncing around my bedroom aimlessly before finally dragging myself out the door.When I pulled up, I called him from the car. Which house... Continue Reading →
It's 20 past the hour when I finally throw open the door to the restaurant we agreed to meet. He's easy to spot, his long, braided hair setting over his right shoulder; I see him through the window walking up, and glide past the hostess stand with a signal that implies 'I know where to... Continue Reading →
I met my ex fiance last night at a restaurant we used to frequent when we didn't feel like cooking. We were reviewing the papers, beside one another, and I was chewing on the knuckle of my index finger. How is it so hard to close a bank account? I muttered. Hey, he whispered, reaching... Continue Reading →
Manny, I said, that night on your couch. I don't want to be normal. You smiled. We were 22 or so, and in your parents home in Germany. It would be one of the last nights I spent with you. You think you're normal? Well no, I paused. I just mean I don't want this... Continue Reading →
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