What he felt about me

He answered. Valued. Understood. When I asked him what he felt about me. He said so many tiny things I somehow made bigger. If I were to lay these little words out now you’d no doubt see – sooner than me – how little he ever saw of me. See how I clung for years toContinue reading “What he felt about me”

The cost that comes

It is easy to see the beginnings of things, and harder to see the ends. More curious than endings however, are those moments you stand on the liminal, where beginnings and endings might be the very same thing. I am never more aware of this threshold than when I am travelling on a plane. Suspended for a time somewhere betweenContinue reading “The cost that comes”