never said motel
Without meaning to completely bum you all out, I’m going to start this piece with the following icy slap of information: you’re going to die. And all your friends will die, and your family, and your dogs (this particular one REALLY isn’t fair, and to be honest, I haven’t completely reconciled it, because dogs are perfect), and your ex-lovers, all of them, even the ones you never got over. It’s such a brutal and painful thing to consider. I know, I know. But even still, I try to remind myself of it constantly, because it’s important.
It makes me reflect on the things I’ve never said, the ones that long ago got stuck in my throat because they were too hard or too painful or raw or embarrassing to air. It makes me strive to reach out
