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Old Voice

Earlier essays, written in an earlier voice — kept here because they still hold up, even if I'd say it differently today.

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A New Beginning

I wanted to know what it would feel like to start over from that quiet place

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I Traded You for a Ghost

I chose being alone over being with you, and I'm still not sure it was the right trade.

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Don't Follow Me

I keep showing you the version of me I've polished, and I don't know how to stop.

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The Lady in White

I watched a stranger on the train and built an entire life for her in my head before she ever looked up.

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This Unpredictable Life

I keep colliding with strangers and moments I never saw coming, and somehow that's the whole point.

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Kissing Today

I had to choose between chasing an old memory, dreaming of a future and staying here.

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Half Full, Half Empty

I keep staring at the same glass, unable to decide which version of us I actually believe.

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Shifting Lens

The choices I once regretted look completely different depending on which day I examine them.

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Mirror

I finally looked past my own reflection and saw something I'd been avoiding.

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From Stranger to Soulmate

I still remember the exact moment you stopped being someone I didn't know.

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The Pale Blue Dot

Knowing how small our planet really is somehow made the love I have here feel bigger, not smaller.

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Echoes of Lost Dreams

I keep hearing what my dreams used to sound like before life got louder.

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This is Life

I stopped needing applause to believe my life meant something.

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Eternal Embrace

I've started to believe love and loss were never really separate from each other.

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Stupid Love

I built an entire relationship in my head from one glance at a stranger, and I'm not even a little sorry.

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Let it be

Every morning I try, badly and repeatedly, to put yesterday's regrets down before I pick them back up.

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Life - Yet Another View

I went looking through history for an answer to what life is actually for, and came back with more questions.

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God

Reading Dawkins made me argue with my own beliefs more honestly than I have in years.

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Maya

Thinking about how small we are in the universe somehow makes me care more about the people in front of me, not less.

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Corona Virus - A Love Story

I started thinking of the pandemic as a dangerous lover none of us asked to fall for.

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Dark Love

A stranger's glance on a crowded train pulled something out of me I wasn't expecting.

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Love

I keep believing in love stories that, so far, have mostly ended in me being alone.

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The Morning

Every day the river renews itself, and I keep wondering if I'm capable of

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Tajmahal

Standing in front of a monument built for love, I couldn't help wondering what I'd build for mine.

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Maggie

A dog chasing attention at the pool reminded me how simple wanting to be

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Await ..

I'm holding onto hope even when everything in me feels exhausted by waiting for it.

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House of Emotions

I keep letting the loudest feeling in the room win, and I'm trying to understand why.

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The Relationship Quandary

I've stopped expecting certainty from this relationship and started trying

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Dream Girl

I wasn't looking for anything more than friendship, and then, somehow, I

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Awakening

I let go of wanting things, and something quieter finally had room to show up.

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Darkness of the Night

I still get haunted, some nights, by someone who isn't here anymore.

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Life Philosophies

I keep making the same list of things I'm trying to let go of, and I keep needing to make it again.

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Seesaw

This ended, and I still haven't figured out how to stop feeling the tilt of it.

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Those were the days

I keep going back, in my head, to a version of love that was simpler than I knew at the time.

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She

There's a presence that shows up in my quietest moments and somehow makes them feel less alone.

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Broken

I watched someone who once seemed unstoppable slowly become someone age could reach.

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Lost

I'm watching someone I love struggle to recognize the life she's standing in.

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25

I keep wondering who's actually holding the reins of the life I think I'm steering.

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Life Explained

I went looking for one clean definition of life and, unsurprisingly, never found it.

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Shadowed love

I've been keeping a companion no one else can see, and it never quite leaves.

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Moments

I keep collecting the tiny moments that, without me noticing, ended up defining everything.

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The Road

I'm standing at a fork between the quiet path and the crowded one, and I still haven't picked.

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The Mansion

Behind all that visible wealth, I noticed something quietly falling apart that no one else seemed to see.

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I want to sing a song

I just want someone to actually hear me, not just listen.

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Strawberry Honey

I lost myself completely in one dance, one moment, with you.

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Whisper of Love

We didn't need words on that walk, and I still think about the silence.

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Cold Water

The shock of jumping in was nothing compared to how good it felt once I stopped resisting it.

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Sitting in a Crowded Train

I watched the rain and the strangers around me and lost track of which thoughts

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Beautiful Dear

I keep finding new moments in the day to remind you how much you mean to me.

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Into the Wilderness

Stepping into the unknown terrified me right up until it didn't.

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Shades of Tree

I found more comfort under one tree on a hot day than I expected from anything else that week.

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Departed

Grief showed up the same week as a stack of mundane errands, and she had to hold both at once.

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Dreams of Hope

I keep circling back to a love that once felt promising and never quite resolved.

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Those Lazy Days

I miss the version of us that had nowhere better to be than a rooftop.

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Threshold

She was standing right at the edge of something new, and yet she was not sure if she was ready.

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The Invite

The diagnosis came, and so did an anger I didn't know I was capable of.

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Signature

I keep wondering what mark I'm actually leaving behind, and whether anyone will notice it.

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Utopia

I'm tired of chasing a version of hope that keeps turning out to be false.

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Our Strange World

I can feel us drifting further apart, even sitting in the same room.

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That Little Moment

There's one moment I keep replaying that never quite resolves itself.

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Be a Good Little Monkey

My toddler's mischief today reminded me how much joy there is in not taking any of this too seriously.

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The Ghost

Watching the sunset, I could have sworn I felt you standing right beside me again.

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Glimmer of Hope

One embrace was enough to convince me the passion hadn't actually gone anywhere.

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15

We're still going through the motions of something that stopped meaning what it used to.

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An elephant wins a friend

I wrote about a lonely elephant looking for a friend in the city, and I'm not sure who I was really writing about.

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Strangers

We're bound together by circumstance, and somehow that's not the same as being close.

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Wrinkles on the face

She looked in the mirror and had to make peace with everything the lines on here face were keeping score of.

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Waiting for Her

I woke up to a relationship I almost didn't recognize anymore.

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Reflection

I sat still long enough to actually notice the rain, the wind, and the light changing.

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Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

I can feel two very different versions of myself fighting for the same seat.

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The Shrine of Disney

The anticipation leading up to that trip turned out to be its own kind of magic.

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Break up

I watched my parents' marriage end as a kid, and I'm still sorting through what that left behind.

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The Drunkard

Everyone else could see it before I let myself admit how far gone I actually was.

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Growing Apart

I can trace the exact moment our priorities stopped lining up.

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Living the Dead Life

I keep chasing the next stage of life instead of actually living the one

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One Way Street

I'm raising a child while time keeps moving in a direction I can't reverse, and I feel every bit of that.

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Angry

I'm angry at the world, at other people, and honestly, mostly at myself.

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First Day at School

I was more nervous than my kid was on their first day of school, and I'm still not over it.

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Frozen Tears

I can't shake what happened to a child who never should have had to endure it.

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Perfect Partner

I found the one place I can fully exhale, and it's whenever I'm with you.

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Memory

I still set two cups of coffee out of habit, long after only needing one.

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Little World

At nine months old, apparently, I already had opinions about everything.

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You and Me

The whole world keeps changing around us, and somehow we're the one constant I can count on.

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What have you done for me?

One careless sentence from someone I loved is still living rent-free in my head.

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Made for Each Other

We were supposed to fit, and I'm still trying to understand why we never

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In love with Loneliness

Loneliness has become such a familiar companion that I'm not sure I know

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Death

I've started to think of death less as an ending to fear and more as a destination

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Falling in Love

One unplanned encounter and, before I knew it, we were sharing a kiss neithern of us expected.

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If Only ..

I never told you how I felt, and now I just carry the "what if.

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Memories of Another Day

I keep getting pulled back into people and places I thought I'd already left

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