The Reads

I spent tonight deleting memories. Not just contacts. Not just screenshots. Not just photos. Memories. Years of them. I sat there scrolling through pictures of a version of me that looked happy. Smiling in restaurants. Going out constantly because that was a way of coping. Laughing in selfies. Celebrating birthdays. Standing next to someone I treated like he was everything. And that’s the strange part. Because I remember the truth behind almost every one of those pictures. I

For a long time, I thought I was the problem. Over the years, ex-boyfriends have resurfaced with apologies and guilt — sometimes months later, sometimes years, sometimes decades later. I told myself it didn’t matter anymore. But the truth is, unanswered questions don’t disappear. They settle into your body. They shape your choices quietly. “What we don’t get closure on, we carry.” Recently, I reconnected with a boyfriend I had over 20 years ago — a relationship that marked me

There’s a moment when your body understands something before your heart is ready to accept it. For me, it wasn’t a dramatic breakup or a shocking revelation. It was nausea. A literal, physical sickness in my stomach. That’s when I knew: This wasn’t confusion anymore. This was clarity. Seven Years, No Ending Some connections don’t end because they’re meaningful. They don’t end because they’re familiar. I watched the same pattern repeat for seven years: breakups, reunions, chao