I am listening to the Modern Love podcast while editing my latest in my steadily growing tropical fruit series and came across what I wrote for Modern Love's 13-year anniversary. They asked readers to submit their love stories in only 13 words. Here's mine:
It ended where it began: railways. So much still there; everything left unspoken.
While my excerpt did not get published, this was a good exercise for me. Writing this was also very integral to my healing.
I am reminded of where I was half a year ago, and even two and a half years ago. A lot sure has changed. I am very much changed.