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

Love has always taken the spotlight of my life. Whether blissfully in love or desperately heartbroken, it has always commanded and depleted me. I hate to admit it, but there have been far too many times where I’ve let myself become devoured by love’s uncertainty to the point where I’d be paralyzed from it. If I had gotten into a really bad argument with a boyfriend, if I felt something was questionably off between us or if there was a lingering distance growing, I’d become na

In honor of my blog's two year anniversary, I thought it would be fitting to write a post about much of what I have experienced in my life so far - through the form of writing letters to myself at all different ages. I got the idea from Sara Bareilles' book, Sounds Like Me, which I thought was such a beautiful way to reflect on all of the types of people we become at various points in our lives. It's interesting to go back and really think about who you were and how much you

Have you ever written a letter to an old boyfriend, articulating things that were left unsaid, writing for a sense of closure, only to leave it unsent? I’ve done that twice in my life and both times I thought I was completely over my ex. I was happy to finally feel unattached and independent, only to soon hear a song that reminded me of him or to unexpectedly stumble across an old photo of us, causing my heart to drop into my stomach and knots to fill the void. Alanis Moriset