Where Our Closure Begins

by Alex M. Nájera

I looked nothing like my classmates with their lean bodies and small frames. I was ten.

I’m good at making myself small and avoiding people but with him, I don’t feel like I need to do that. I’ll pass by him not caring if he sees me or not.

never stop learning how many small things become triggers. Not many people would understand why a studio apartment triggers an anxiety attack

I should have known from that moment, the biggest warning sign he gave me. He wasn’t even himself when I met him.

It feels like one of those times I forgot and buried deep in my memory, but the body does not forget as easily as the brain.

Being bisexual only left me with a higher chance of being rejected.

“I mean, you always find a way to call me out on things I can’t change anymore.”

I’ve made my boundaries clear but he doesn’t seem to understand them.

I hated how available I was for a man who wasn’t it for me.

I killed myself but without the sweet relief of death.