In her mind

Voyeurism

A stolen glance. Shifted perspective. And loss.

I want you thinking of me, always.

Moths. Flames. Etc.

Google’s a shitty dictionary. I Googled “define jealousy” (And a note: I’ve been experimenting with Neeva, an alternative to Google[…]

Like a moth, I fly toward, rather than away from, a whole host of flames: the flame of jealousy, the[…]

Recalibrating with Charlotte

I was so much older then. I’m younger than that now.

This is how you say “no” to something I’ve asked for, how you apologize to me for not having gotten it to me.

There’s a difference between fantasy and reality, between thought and action. Thoughts are never inappropriate.

Marina finally sets a boundary, and I’m relieved.