Diary like entries of my thoughts, emotional states, and opinions
Dear Gabrielle, There was a time I craved his attention. I wanted his love. Even with all his failures, I still wanted him to see me. To acknowledge me. To say, “I love you.” There was a time I judged my father and found him deserving of my forgiveness. I looked into his eyes and…
The Wheel Was Turning… Dear Gabrielle, It’s not that I didn’t dream last night. I did. I know I did. It was long and layered. Engaging. Dramatic. I can still feel the aftertaste—faint, like perfume in a hallway long emptied. It’s right there, sitting on the tip of my tongue. But I can’t grasp it….
Dear Gabrielle, Why do I write to you? ✧ Because I Hope You’ll Exist I hope I’ll have a girl and a boy. But if I had to choose, I’d choose a girl. For all the wrong reasons. And for all the right ones, too. Maybe it’s because I lost a girl once. Maybe I’m…
Dear Gabrielle, My boss is grieving. Consecutive deaths, weeks apart. We don’t get along—on paper, we’re civil. We talk. We smile. But behind those polite exchanges, there is no love between us. And yet, when death came for him, I felt something heavy shift within me. Pity. Sorrow. Empathy. Because I know firsthand how cruel…
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