The thing about heartbreak is that nothing can prepare you for it. There is no road map to tell you where to start and where you'll end up. There are no directions to follow; no hand to hold; no sense of when things will get better. The thing about losing someone is that you begin to not trust yourself; your head becomes crowded with doubts - all the should have's, could have's, and what if's. Nothing feels safe, secure and familiar anymore. What they don't tell you growing u

Dear Marco, How are you? Your photos pop up on my computer from time to time; you seem like you're doing well. Life in Europe always looks so alluring. The rolling curves of the Amalfi Coast, the crystals cascading from ocean waves, guitarists on street corners playing for themselves and the night sky, the romance that's blooming within every crevice of its landscape - it's easy to fall in love when there's boundless love all around you. I remember how every new experience wi

Dear Mason, When I look back at our history, I sometimes feel like I'm watching a foreign film without subtitles. You're as transient to me now as a stranger would be, but the truth is, I felt glimpses of that when we were together, too. You were always so caught up in the idea of you, of who you were trying to be, that you never really let yourself be. You never gave yourself a chance at figuring out who you really are. I didn't want to wait around until you rose to the ver

Dear Ben, It feels funny writing you a letter; it's been so long now. How many years is it - seven or eight? Time gets blurry when we had so many beginnings, endings and in betweens. I still think about you from time to time; your face paves its way into a random, weeknight dream and somehow I still wake up not quite feeling like myself. I wonder if it will always be that way with you; if ten years down the road you'll still crawl into the driftless stirrings of my life. If y

He told me he could picture us getting married one day. He brushed his beard against the side of my face, his wet lips grazing my ear, and he smiled as he said it. We were sitting intertwined on his black leather couch after we got home from a friend’s birthday party. He had drank quite a bit throughout the night - a few Johnnie Walker Black’s neat. I could tell he was feeling more relaxed and happier than usual. I laughed it off and didn’t take it too seriously. We had been

Have you ever had a gut feeling that was so incredibly strong and over powering that you simply could just not deny it? Whether your intuition was telling you something you wanted to hear or not, you had no choice but to obey and carefully listen to the little clues it was whispering to you. Sometimes when we’re getting these hints, we don’t want to believe what our voice is telling us, because if it were in fact true, then everything that we once believed in would be a lie.