Could you have loved me for who I am, not for who you wanted me to be? I would have tried to do the same. We've changed, you and I. The sameness has passed, and difference remains. Amidst the ways we've grown apart and shifted and been lost and endured loss, I throw rocks to … Continue reading Missing [the idea of] you.
Maybe it all belongs. Not to say that it's all good, or equal or needed but rather it's all here. The beauty, the wonder. The first kisses and the late night comedy bits. The maples in Vancouver and the poppy seeds in Pakistan. The bass in Lake Peachtree (I kissed a girl there once) and … Continue reading It (doesn’t) Belong(s).