Tag Archives: loss

The space between dreams and nightmares

I have a lot of nightmares. They come and go as they please, only serving to bring me suffering in my wake. But it’s not like killer clowns chase after me in nightmares of animated horrors. No, my dreams are never like Stephen King novels. Rather, they resemble the real world a little too closelyContinue reading “The space between dreams and nightmares”

Palliative Care

We showed up for her. It’s what family does. My auntie, having had all the responsibility put on her shoulders by her no-good older brothers, was rather alone in it all. Caring for her dying father. I couldn’t imagine how that would feel, needing to be there for someone you love while being forced toContinue reading “Palliative Care”

Men Loving Women Is My Favourite Trope

Romance novels are bestsellers for a reason. They offer an escape, an immersion into lives far removed from our own. There are so many tropes found in romance novels that it’s hard to keep track. From childhood sweethearts, and golden retriever boy and black cat girl, to fake relationships, and enemies to lovers, there isContinue reading “Men Loving Women Is My Favourite Trope”

Did I Ever Mean Anything to You

Yesterday, two people I love got married. She was a girl I met just after I finished high school, and he was someone I met during my first year of university. I met each of them in different places for different reasons, so it was odd to hear that they had connected many years later.Continue reading “Did I Ever Mean Anything to You”

Peach Tourmaline

A few years ago, I fell in love. I’ve always prided myself in being a pragmatic person who enjoyed practical gifts over things like flowers (though, I still like being bought flowers). I fell in love with a special gem. It was 7.1mm in diameter and the gem shone like no other. You could evenContinue reading “Peach Tourmaline”

Growing Old

In a cosy corner of a Thai restaurant, we were seated at a booth in the back during a lunch date a little later than when people usually eat. Between our conversations about the food, there were talks about memories of friendship and war, talks of work and leisure, and of growing old. I wasContinue reading “Growing Old”