I can’t stop thinking about Paris.
In order for you to believe us,
You are going to have to learn to forgive yourself.
And that is the hardest thing you’ll ever do.
Let yourself rage against all the reasons you stopped using your voice. Rage against money, capitalism, the lie of meritocracy, the optimism of youth, the institutions that lulled you into passivity, the warnings you did not heed, misogyny. Shame, emotional abuse, trauma, microagressions. Sore throats, lies. Shed your tears for all those moments of connection you lost because you did not sing.
I’m not supposed to feel anything when she meets someone new. She isn’t mine- there are walls to strong to destroy and wounds that will never heal between us now. I’m not hers, either. But thinking of that conversation on the beach, the tingle of breeze,...