my first love
It's been seven years and I can still see the look of horror on his face as he came home from class and saw me in bed with our roommate
It's been seven years and I can still see the look of horror on his face as he came home from class and saw me in bed with our roommate
Your voice crossed the ocean on a telephone wire to ask if I was happy, and I was grateful you couldn't see the lie on my face when I told you that I was.
Having successfully broken into his house, I fed his dog and did a load of laundry.
I never worried about my mental state until I threw a vase at you for wishing me a happy birthday.
The happiest moment of my life took place while I was crushed under my 2000lb car, knowing that my boyfriend was completely okay.
The summer that three of my friends committed suicide, my sister convinced me that the voices in my head were them telling their true stories of being murdered.
If my family is Christian, then why do I remember watching Sesame Street in Yiddish?
First, a puff of powdered glass in my face, then an explosion, sirens and seven dead people at the end of the road.
The irony has never been lost on me that my genetic disease which causes depression also keeps the scars that cover my arms from ever disappearing.
When I got a free puppy from a one-eyed man at a apple orchard, I had no idea she would grow up to be my service dog.
I'm pretty sure "bleeding groin rash" were the last words I ever wanted to hear out of my father's mouth.
You saved one last little squeak for me as I picked you up for the last time.
When her hair fell out I finally accepted that she had cancer.
When I returned home after my first semester away at school, the doorknobs felt wrong.
My fear of needles is so intense that even under 200 milligrams of Valium, I still sharply pulled away from the surgeon when he went to give me the anesthetic for my wisdom teeth removal.
On the anniversary of the day we were supposed to get married I called you from Africa to give you my blessing to marry her.
I will never forget the way your little nose twitched immediately after the vet said, "He's gone," as if it was your last act of defiance.
The doctor said, "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be back up on the trapeze in no time, it's basically impossible to fracture your heels," right before looking at the X-rays that proved her wrong.
My grandmother called me the other day asking if I wanted any weed, because the man across the hall is selling it and she thought it was an excellent deal.
"Cutting through human flesh is terribly difficult," our Science Professor told us with a far away look, "like cutting through a tire."
I never knew you called my mother, begging to talk to me so many times, until a random conversation with her some 20 years later.
I walked away from you with a smile on my face, not because my heart wasn't breaking, but because it meant my secrets would be safe.
We were about an hour into our chanting of the "short" version of the Ngondro when it suddenly occurred to me that I did not really want to learn how to be a Tibetan Buddhist, I wanted to be Awake.
I didn't realize I had told the very chatty customer in my checkout line my last name until he sent me a message on Facebook to ask where I lived.
When I asked him what size his shirt was, and he turned it around so he could check, I realized just how smart he actually was.