Please tell me that your memories are still there. I often wonder if I would disappear along with them. I remember the weak smile crossing your face when you said that they wouldn’t. Has that answer changed? Please tell me that you are happy. I hope you’re unhappy. I hope you’re happy. I hope you’re …
I told myself you’d never get another thing from me. No more words. You don’t deserve my thoughts of you. You gave me life and it didn’t stop there. I hate the word. I refer to you as “my mother”. To me that word has always seemed cold and distant. And that’s all I wish …
I met Love when I was 14 years old in a four-way Skype call on a Saturday night in November 2015. Love had hair like Shaggy from Scooby-Doo and eyes that followed like the Mona Lisa. Love was a random boy. My best friend did not expect us to hit it off. She did not …