Years of trying to balance the love I wanted and the love he gave ended in a whimper, not a bang The conversation happened at a time when we were still trying to “work it out.” As if the failures of a two-decade relationship were little more than a stubborn stain requiring a bit more soap and scrubbing. We sat at “my” table in the apartment I had moved into in an act of separation. I had made a pot of steaming chamomile tea. He was a guest in my home. It was a strange dynamic between two adults who had known each other since before they’d been allowed to drive...

"How are you?" - "I'm great, "How are you?" "I'm fine..." Smiley faces hiding the truth behind Our shallow texts on the Internet... I am waiting for you to go ahead. You have no idea how bad I feel Trying hard to go after what is real. You will never know I am burning up Burning up with love, fear of losing you I'm aware this way I might end up bad. But I'll end up worse off without you... Olive wrote her verses on notebook pages at night, tore them to pieces and wrote again. She was ashamed to publish them online not because the verses were rather weak. They were just devoted to the person who was not supposed to read them...