Consider what you were, back before things had names, back when pointing was your native tongue. Consider this you, covered in baby fat in very tiny shoes in a very large world. Sure, you had bouts of illness and soccer games and elementary school calendars to put tiny little ledges in your memory to hold…

I couldn’t think of how to title this, or really what I’m talking about. Well, that’s not true. I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that tomorrow I am going to cut things off with my ex. I thought I was ready for that, I’ve been feeling ready for the past few weeks.…