I thought love was something you found. Then one woman taught me it can also be the place you survive inside.
These are the pieces of my story that pass through this color. Some belong here completely. Others touch several prisms at once. Together they reveal one angle of a life that has never fit neatly inside a single story.
Every person you have ever loved is standing at the end of an impossible chain of things that could have gone differently. Think about what had to happen for you to be sitting wherever you are right now, reading these...
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My last steps looked almost like dancing. There was no one there to see them. No music was playing in the kitchen. I was simply doing something I had done hundreds of times before, sliding my feet across the cool tile...
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