Erin had depression for years. I knew, but could not understand at the time.
As he folds, turns, and pushes the dough, I remember my own skin being pressed by his calloused fingers.
The item had to be as ambiguous as my intentions.
It makes my heart jump like a mouse every time, seeing her email address.
In French, chasser is to hunt.
I studied myself like a music score, my blood fizzing as I recognized, for the first time, the reflection of a woman who would be wanted.
When you drive, you believe you can outrun what’s to come.
Every so often I look up and think the parking meter is you, coming across the street towards me.
You give, and you give, and you give so much, too much, to this Bad Baby and why are you giving so much to them when you already have me?
I can’t believe I am in this position because of someone else, and not just someone, but my best friend.