It wasn’t all bad

It didn’t always hurt. It wasn’t all bad. We were high-school sweethearts once. Full to bursting with young love, that blinding, optimistic rush of some hot feeling when eyes meet and linger across a crowded room, quick, fumbled young love, sloppy, self-conscious kisses in the almost-dark. “You’re everything to me. I will never hurt you,” … Continue reading It wasn’t all bad


No “stopping by” my apartment on his way to somewhere else. Visits are meticulously planned because they are rare. No physical presence, just a phone call away, let’s spontaneously grab a coffee or a drink after a long day at work. Instead, four walls, a computer screen full of meaningful subtext, a Skype date as … Continue reading Distance