Watch Me Disappear

by Janelle Brown

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don’t let yourself lose me.

That grief isn’t something you can walk away from after a finite amount of time, but is something that washes you along, tumbling you in and out with the tides?)

Maybe this is why they say love is blind: Who you want people to be makes you blind to who they really are.

A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.

He realizes now that someone else was telling the exact same stories her entire life, but in a wholly different way. Perhaps both versions equally true to their tellers.