Seville, Spain, 2011 It's late, and we'd talked for hours. Long enough that when we looked away, our eyes burned from the light off our screens, and our ears sore from the headphones pressing against them. I'm fucked tomorrow, I groaned, glancing at the clock to the bottom right of the computer. What I remember... Continue Reading →
You gonna marry him? You asked in 2015. Why do you ask? I always knew you'd marry a yuppie. Do you even know what that means? Yuppie. you've said it for years and I still have no idea what you mean. Fucking yuppie, what is it anyway. Just a yuppie, he says. And what are... 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 →
I just want to know, I said that night, siting on a bench under a street lamp. All these years, and did I leave you with anything? I asked. Did I leave a mark, so when you do this thing you'll forever think "there was this girl, one time, she showed me how to do... Continue Reading →
It was 2 in the morning, and though the wine pulled at my eyelids, I sat there still, in your parents living room: Thinking, perhaps, the night could still change. It was March, 2013, your sister's 18th birthday. You and I would be 23, together, the following month - when she begged me to visit.... Continue Reading →
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