Love isn’t something that should be found second-hand. It doesn’t work like that.
Three years ago, in a creative writing class, I was given a writing assignment that has since stayed with me: Go home and write a memoir in 6 words; no more, no less.
Your voice matters. Tell your story.
Maybe we used each other..maybe not quite. But I hope we learned from each other: Learned from love attempted and mistakes tried. Learned to awaken love for more than just a glimmer of possibility, more than the need to fill a vacancy.
You’re eager to share the depth of life you’ve just experienced, only to find the world you left behind has kept on living—and sometimes you’re unsure how you fit back into it.