Lie beside me, oh my beloved! For thy thorns are more pleasurable than the petals of the world.Hold me in thy arms of hope, for the truth of separation can rest tonight.

My mom was sitting at the kitchen table. She’d set her coffee down, making a noise that made me look her way. I’d begun to notice her less and less often, like her colors were...

I didn’t appear to need anyone: I could do it all myself. I could do everything. I was both halves: did that mean I was whole?

We are like puzzle pieces who are perfectly suited to make a giant picture together, but we are assembling ourselves in the dark.