Sometimes I wonder if you feel the ache in the same places I do. If you hear the pause in my voice and know it’s carrying everything I cannot say. I’ve memorized the way you look away when the closeness… Continue reading

We’re both pretending this doesn’t hurt. Because if we admit the ache, we have to admit the cracks – and neither of us is ready to see what slips through them. So we laugh a little softer, hold each other… Continue reading