The Roughest Draft

by Emily Wibberley

was it romantic when you instinctively knew someone’s very existence fascinated you, made you grateful? Finding it romantic would be missing the point, like valuing the sun because it was bright. I’m glad for the light, but really, I’m grateful for the fact it sustains life on Earth.

Today isn’t your entire life. Today is one day of your job. Do your job the best you can, then do the next thing. Okay?

There’s no truth to these pages, but the trick of fiction is to make you think there is. I let myself fall for it as often as I can.

I learned sometimes relationships don’t die. They just don’t grow.

Never leaving someone isn’t the same as loving them.