His & Hers

by Alice Feeney

There is a difference between being and feeling alone, and it is possible to miss someone and be with them at the same time.

There have been plenty of people in my life: family, friends, colleagues, lovers. A full cast of the usual suspects that make a person’s social circle, but mine has always felt a little bent out of shape.

There are at least two sides to every story: Yours and mine. Ours and theirs. His and hers. Which means someone is always lying.

We rarely deserve the lives we lead. We pay for them however we can, be it with money, guilt, or regret.

Silence is my favorite symphony; I can’t think clearly when life gets too loud.

Sometimes I think I am the unreliable narrator of my own life. Sometimes I think we all are.

I think when we finally get what we think we want, it loses its value. It’s the secret nobody ever shares, because if they did, we would all stop trying.