The year I first fell in love with a girl was the year I stopped playing the piano.
Read MoreI can explain it so well. The night soft-nosed and sprawling. This air is heavy on my teeth, but I can trust it for now.
Read MoreYou know that ache? When everywhere cries swan song, but no air can hope to hold you like a voice holds back the wind?
Read MoreLike all good stories, she & I began with remembering.
Read MoreI am not a person who gets angry often.
Read MoreToday I sat at the piano and played Chopin and felt vaguely as if I were about to cry.
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