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We were home to each other Then the next moment, we were strangers We never got a chance to get close Our story didn’t even begin Every time we connected, we started all over again

A few years passed I read the lyrics of the song you liked Something clicked inside of me The way you made me feel The loss, the pain, the void, the yearning It was how you felt growing up With those who were supposed to love and care for you

You taught me it was okay to feel You showed me what it was like to miss someone I didn’t know I could miss another person But you are not just another person You are me And I am you

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I had an unexpected revelation while browsing the book section at a local Goodwill. Here’s a page from Ways of Seeing by John Berger.

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the grandeur of her love the brightness of her light the purity of her heart and soul

it was all too shiny too good to be true so he turned it into evil

if he only knew it was the most real thing he’d ever experienced

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every summer i take two trains to get to her along the coast watching the shimmers on the calm waves soon i will get to her to her warmth her cooking her energy her love

her house is messy the floors greasy with the oil and steam from her constant cooking her constant love heavy love

her house always open women from the neighborhood loud tv snacks on the table in the morning i’m on her bicycle rusty with a pink cover she wears the same hat she rides to the same places peaceful winds on my cheeks on my tanned legs i smell her

she doesn’t ask she just does

i miss her

i miss my grandma

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I started experiencing it after one of the biggest tragedies of my life.

There was a boy I was into. He was the captain of my school’s soccer team. Athletic, charismatic, and flamboyant. Beautiful hair, full lips, husky voice. He had strong thighs and calves like a proper soccer player. He wore a navy and orange Le Coq track jacket to his practice. He looked like young Gael Garcia Bernal, but East Asian. I was in love with him.

He became my boyfriend for like 2 months. It felt like heaven. We would go to the local mall for dates. He would walk me home from school, and we held hands. We planned our first kiss over the phone and made it happen the next day. Such little nerds! I never wanted it to end.

Then all of a sudden, he told me that he liked one of my girlfriends and he couldn’t be my boyfriend anymore.

Every day felt like darkness. It went from romantic to hopeless in no time. What even is the point of living, said my 12-year-old self. I’d never ever experienced that kind of pain before. I liked him so so much, yet I couldn’t have him. It was excruciating.

I don’t remember much from the following two years. I have no memories from the period actually. I was legitimately traumatized. It was shocking to my whole system and altered my way of being. Social anxiety was one of the outcomes I suffered.

Up until the boy came into my life and left, I was quite extroverted. Vocal, outgoing, and social. I loved to be around people and especially to talk to people. The experience completely changed me, and it took me a few years to sufficiently recover. I honestly feel like I’m still making my way back to the old me.

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the sun is high the sky is blue winds on my tanned skin the sweet sound of silence

on the rocks between rocks surrounded by rocks

that’s where i want to be

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Warm string lights Illuminating the texture of your curly hair Your eyes So wide and open Deep like the ocean Sad like the saddest movie I’ve ever seen

Your eyes on my eyes No blinking so far Piercing through my soul I feel seen for the first time

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Photo by Ai M.

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