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Jayce
The concept of the afterlife is never for the dead, but simply for the living.
Please come home. Please come home. Please. Please.
A letter to two-month-old Charley.
To little you in 2012. My dearest beautiful boy: this is from your future mother.
I guess they call this a “life update”
It’s been 4 years. My last post was in 2019. Anyway, I meant to tell you I’m in New Zealand now.
Some things a decade can’t change
10 years after almost not seeing each other, this is the friendship that speaks volumes but in hushed tones.
Random highs
Because sometimes, at 11:30pm and you’re running your 7th kilometer, you let yourself dance to Britney Spears’ Oops I did it again.