Is Reconciliation a Lost Cause?

I try to remind myself not to look at my phone. It’s the countdown—two minutes, five minutes, twelve minutes, twenty-five minutes. and so on. The text turns blue, reads delivered. What I want is to be pursued, known, seen. I want my pain to matter to her.

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Knit Together

We were young when Sarah and I first met. I was 15, boy crazy and attempting to emulate my life from the movie Clueless.

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Suitcases and Shelves

I’m fairly certain I would make a lousy world-traveler.

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