This Is Not How It Ends

by Rochelle B. Weinstein

Each of us felt loss, whether it was through a seed planted inside or one nearby that took root and grew. Loss didn’t discriminate, it was a game of chance. Like love. And sometimes even love led to isolation. Loneliness, by definition, is a solitary experience, but I learned painfully fast how loneliness travels through skin and body and binds you to those with similar hurt.