It’s been a year to the day since I met him at a French coffee shop on Hawthorne and handed off a hasty birthday gift. I brought oddly flavored M&M’s and suggested we share them, try them together. My mouth dry, from nervousness. Just asking for something so previously mundane to us made my teeth clink together like they were made of glass. My smile hesitant and too wide, unsure he would even consider the request.
Read MoreThere’s a heat rising from my nervous stomach, it reaches my face, and flushes my cheeks. It always starts out with disappointment in my gut, eye-roll inducing frustration in my throat, and embarrassment painted across my face. I call it regret reflux, and it’s by no means a medical condition.
Read MoreAt first it was security. I wasn’t missing a safeguard against burglars, rapists, or other home invaders. Instead I longed for and worried over what would happen if there was an emergency. Hours spent imagining me in a hospital bed following a car accident; who would come?
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