This is the longest I’ve ever been away from my parents.

I was in fourth grade when I first became aware of my parents as people who age, just like me, that they too were children, and subject to the same concept of “growing up” that I and all my friends were going through. (Someone must have asked me how old my mother was or something) I remember being startled by her response; it viscerally proved her mortality in a…

ran into cupid on my way to the L train today, and i screamed at him: "Your aim is shit, man."

six months ago, i took the ferry to Governor's Island with E**** during our third date, and on the way back to the Manhattan dock there was felt in the air the unsaid understanding that things would go no further, that there was nothing here that could last.

my best friend of ten years cried the last time i…