Everywhere I looked I saw us. I saw us in everything. I drove the same routes and streets that we used to, just out of habit. Past our old apartment building, and restaurants we enjoyed together. I felt like a ghost wandering through a graveyard of memories, places that still exist, yet we don't.
My Roaring Twenties A short story of the last decade of my life I remember sitting at my mom’s kitchen table when I was 16, having a conversation with her and my older sister about life. I was speaking about life; they were speaking abut University. I was trying to convey this desire I... Continue Reading →