…these vignettes I sketch for you – what are they? watercolors ..yes and dreams blurred with tears …

It’s as if he can no longer acknowledge the love he felt or the pain I am in. I have been dismissed. I don’t think I was smarter or as beautiful as the other girls...

I say, “Well then I don’t know if it was real, and that makes me feel like I’m going insane again.””Absolutely it was real. It was a real, partial picture. Because it ended preemptively, things...

It’s only a heartache. It isn’t a tragedy. A tragedy would be losing the father of my children to cancer. This I wrestle with the hardest. There are thirty-one flavors of pain, like Baskin Robbins...

Now that he’s gone, I feel like I’m a senior citizen who gave away her life savings over the phone. And this is the crux: I never in my life believed in someone as much...

It’s like he has emotional amnesia… I think you have to accept that the person you knew isn’t there at the moment. I was witness to how much he loved you. I have the photos....

There is a blessing in losing the one we love. It’s the blessing of self-transformation. You don’t have to who you were anymore. You’ve struggled. And now you can change. It doesn’t mean that bits...

Of course he freaked me out. Of course it’s nothing to do with me. But none of that matters. He loved me and now he doesn’t. I was everything to him and now I am...

When he asked if he was mine, tears in his eyes, I think he knew what he would do, what he would have to do, and he was mourning us. He was mourning us the...