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Abby Jimenez
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January 6 - January 8, 2025
The moment Emma came into view, my entire world slipped into slow motion. My brain took a screenshot. I felt the moment freeze and save. She was beautiful.
Sometimes the best way to show love or be kind to someone is to meet them where they are.”
I could feel myself getting small. Shrinking into myself the way I always did when something stressful or awful happened. Retreating into my own brain. When I got like this, I didn’t want to see anyone or talk to anyone. I could shut down for days. Turn off my phone, call out of work, abandon my social media. Not answer the door for anyone or anything, cut off everyone until I felt safe enough to start to let them in again a little at a time.
“Unhealed trauma is a crack. And all the little hard things that trickle into it that would have rolled off someone else, settle. Then when life gets cold, that crack gets bigger, longer, deeper. It makes new breaks. You don’t know how broken she was or what she was trying to do to fill those cracks. Being broken is not an excuse for bad behavior, you still have to make good choices and do the right thing. But it can be the reason. And sometimes understanding the reason can be what helps you heal.”
You can still love someone that you’ve decided not to speak to anymore. You can still wish them well and hope for the best for them. Choosing a life without them doesn’t mean you stop caring about them. It just means that you can’t allow them to harm you anymore.
“I know you said you never know when you’re getting your breaks, so I figured I’d just drop it off. I made one for you too, Maddy. Vegetarian. You don’t eat meat, right?”
Not everything that comes out of crisis is bad. Sometimes your traumas are the reason you know how to help.
I didn’t know why it was so hard to say what I was feeling. Maybe because it felt hard to feel what I was feeling.
I was made to experience him.
I felt full of cracks all of a sudden. Deep, long, jagged cracks. And they’d always been there. I’d just learned to live with them so long I no longer noticed them. I’d hopped over them and built little bridges and taken other routes, but I never filled them. I never fixed them. I didn’t even know how.
“Yes. They hear us laughing.” He paused for a moment before cracking up. “Well, you do make me ridiculously happy. I can’t help it.” He rubbed his nose to mine. Justin’s heart was pressed to my heart.
“Sometimes I feel like the seasons could come and go and come and go, a hundred years could pass, a thousand, the ground could collapse under us, this house could crumble and go back to the earth, and we would still be standing here frozen in time, because every second I’m with you is eternal. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
It was Stuffie.
“You’re not asking too much,” he said. “You were just asking the wrong person. Ask me instead.”
Maddy was like a first responder for my soul.
I felt like my soul was being split down the middle and someone was about to leave with one half of it forever.
Justin was right. Home wasn’t a place, it was a person. For me it was a whole family.
The last thing I wanted was for you to feel abandoned. I know what that’s like.” “I didn’t feel abandoned,” she said, looking me in the eye. “’Cause I knew if I ever called you, you’d come.” She said it so matter-of-factly. And it was funny, because the second she said it, I realized she was right. I would have. Anytime over the last six months, I would have been there if she’d reached out. I wasn’t like Amber. Even small, I was better than she was. And then she did call and I did come. I’d passed a test I didn’t even know I’d been taking.
And there wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t feel her absence like a void in my soul. I missed her like I missed the sun in the winter.
The best kind of love doesn’t happen on moonlit walks and romantic vacations. It happens in between the folds of everyday life. It’s not grand gestures that show how you feel, it’s all the little secret things you do to make her life better that you never tell her about.
It isn’t glamorous, it isn’t all butterflies and stars in your eyes. It’s real. This is the kind of love that forever is made of. Because if it’s this good when life is draining and mundane and hard, think of how wonderful it will be when the love songs are playing and the moon is out.
nothing and nobody else would ever compare. With anyone else, it’s just folding socks on a sofa.
I had to clutch a hand over my chest because it felt like it was going to split open. Not a second had passed. It hadn’t been six months since I’d seen her, it was a heartbeat. A flicker. This is the thing nobody tells you about The One. How they’re timeless. How the moment they pop up again you’re right back in it, right where you left off. I was darted through the heart, hit by the truck, my brain taking the screenshot.
I would do it all. I would move in here and raise these kids with him and be still and big and present. I knew how to now.
Update: I did it. She loved it. She said yes.