When I hugged her there, it was the first time I’d really meant it. I wondered if she’d noticed. We walked to the farthest edge of the orchard, where the noise of the crowds was overtaken by the wind.
9,855 Pairs Of Underwear
The Chair
Plunging From the Waves of Grief and Into the Waves of Grace
If Not For Her
Writing to Heal
The Fullness Of Life, For You
What Does Not Last Leads Us To What Does
Within Yourself, Not Outside
Two Halves, Same Coin
Lessons From the Fall Tree
I never noticed how much I missed seasons until I had them again.
Time stagnated, living in an eternal summer. There was no difference between February and July. Everything was the same: sunshine, pool days, palm trees and everyone telling me that I should be happy because I live in paradise.
But it wasn't paradise.
Objects Don't Have Names
Same Time Next Week
Every week, without fail, her therapist would ask her the same questions, and again without fail, Emilia would sit there and avoid taking any actual steps towards a resolution. Not that she didn't want to get better, but the fear she had when she approached those memories, those feelings, was just too much. She preferred the isolation of separating herself from that which made her human.
