"I keep running into my ex in the same grocery store, and only on Thursdays. I'm almost certain that in his story I'm the asshole because in my story I'm the asshole, too."
Hmmmm so beautiful 🔥✨ I could see each word in my mind, taken on the journey of your past. What an incredible story teller you are, my heart relates to it all from lovers of the past ❤️
Rachel, reading this comment made my day. It is always such a huge compliment to know that my work takes the reader on a journey, which is a big desire of mine. So thank you for that and for this. 🖤
“The goodness, the sweetness – too sweet, too sticky. Like a mouthful of yellow honeycomb, it sat close to choking. I broke up with him over the phone I think.” Brooke, oh Brooke. You can break up with me any which way if it means getting art like this made about me 🩷🌶️🤧
I love how you weave depth and simplicity so beautifully. How this little interaction opened up a whole cinematic world of past adventure and reflection, and you took us all there with you. 🐎
Absolutely loved this! It made my heart race faster, I couldn’t wait to find out what he said, what you said! This could so be turned into a chapter in a racy romance novel! It’s funny, I had a recent encounter with an ex... also over dm. I felt there was so much more ‘truth in the silences’ like you said. So much more emotion within the words we do not say. Such a funny life. 💫 this was brilliant. Subscribing now ~ Lis x
Lisa I’m so thrilled you loved this. And what a compliment! Truly! It is such a strange feeling to have old lives and new ones overlap, and so much you just don’t, and can’t say, sit underneath. Silence is brimming. It really is a funny life. I hope to write my way through it to figure it all out. Thank you!! x
Beautifully written Brooke. I can so relate to the feeling of knowing he’s out there still and it being rather comforting. I just met up with my highschool boyfriend last month. We see each other every ten years or so as he lives across the world now. It’s a different kind of remembering and feeling - this was almost 25 years ago.
Thank you so much Ashley. Deeply. And it really is. Time changes so much, it’s nice to know that they’re still out there. Oh I love that you recently met up with your high school boyfriend - that’s such a beautiful thing. There would be so much shared nostalgia for another time, especially knowing each other in school.
Oh the imagery in this!! “Past love speaks in silences and what is never said can be translated into a truth, of sorts.” 😩🤍
Last year on our way to Burning Man, our RV broke down in the middle of nowhere Nevada. Luckily there was a little town nearby, so we dropped off the RV to get worked on & we hung out at a small candy shop. I’m walking down the aisles with my 1 year old and I see him. An old lover standing in line, waiting to pay. In that moment, all the memories started flowing through: Laying my head on his lap by the fire place as he fed me strawberries & read me poetry, our relentless desire to share amazing music with each other, the tenderness . . . I didn’t have the heart to go up to him & say hi. I hadn’t seen him in over 7 years, I had a child now & my husband was sitting on one of the tables. After we left, I received a DM from him asking if it was me. We briefly (& very respectfully) caught up. I told him about being on our way to BM & our RV breaking down. He was a fire ranger working & living in that little town. Then we wished each other the best and that was that. It’s such an interesting, lingering feeling that those instances leave. Stories of alternative lives that the mind will play in.
P.S. the millennial in me loved reading the word “Skype” in there. Some just won’t get it, but those who do know the hold it has on us 😂🤍
SUSY. You. You know you always get into my heart and soften it. Thank you.
And your story! I was absolutely swept away in it. It can be such a jarring moment to see someone you used to know. They sort of flutter to the back of your mind and then you see them and unlocked memories start sailing. This is such a beautiful little story though. I love how much respect the past and the present. Who you are now and past desires. But I completely and totally understand the feeling of alternative lives. It’s so strange, because no matter the choices we make, there will always be alternative lives.
And Skype!! Hahaha oh I loved that software. Long before iPhones we were on out computers Skyping. I can still remember the logo 😂
You paint this picture so evocatively, I can taste it. The dust, the sunshine, the sweetness, but also the stickiness, like trying to scrub honey off your fingers, the residue left by sugar you didn’t want.
Kelly, you. Thank you. Always always always 🖤 xx
Hmmmm so beautiful 🔥✨ I could see each word in my mind, taken on the journey of your past. What an incredible story teller you are, my heart relates to it all from lovers of the past ❤️
Rachel, reading this comment made my day. It is always such a huge compliment to know that my work takes the reader on a journey, which is a big desire of mine. So thank you for that and for this. 🖤
So is so good; it flows so well and kept me wanting to read more.
Jeffrey, thank you so much. I’m thrilled you enjoyed it!
“The goodness, the sweetness – too sweet, too sticky. Like a mouthful of yellow honeycomb, it sat close to choking. I broke up with him over the phone I think.” Brooke, oh Brooke. You can break up with me any which way if it means getting art like this made about me 🩷🌶️🤧
Me, over here with pink cheeks. 😭
I love how you weave depth and simplicity so beautifully. How this little interaction opened up a whole cinematic world of past adventure and reflection, and you took us all there with you. 🐎
Holly, thank you so much for this reflection of yours. Truly. As a writer, it’s a beautiful thing to know I was able to take you with me.
Oh my heart! 😭🥰
Kat, I’m so thrilled you enjoyed it! x
My phone notes are full of old lover stories. I’m yet to share. ✨ love reading them!
Absolutely loved this! It made my heart race faster, I couldn’t wait to find out what he said, what you said! This could so be turned into a chapter in a racy romance novel! It’s funny, I had a recent encounter with an ex... also over dm. I felt there was so much more ‘truth in the silences’ like you said. So much more emotion within the words we do not say. Such a funny life. 💫 this was brilliant. Subscribing now ~ Lis x
Lisa I’m so thrilled you loved this. And what a compliment! Truly! It is such a strange feeling to have old lives and new ones overlap, and so much you just don’t, and can’t say, sit underneath. Silence is brimming. It really is a funny life. I hope to write my way through it to figure it all out. Thank you!! x
Beautifully written Brooke. I can so relate to the feeling of knowing he’s out there still and it being rather comforting. I just met up with my highschool boyfriend last month. We see each other every ten years or so as he lives across the world now. It’s a different kind of remembering and feeling - this was almost 25 years ago.
Thank you so much Ashley. Deeply. And it really is. Time changes so much, it’s nice to know that they’re still out there. Oh I love that you recently met up with your high school boyfriend - that’s such a beautiful thing. There would be so much shared nostalgia for another time, especially knowing each other in school.
How beautifully written Brooke.
You have a gift.
Rodrigo, this is an incredible compliment. Thank you.
I swear, your words are one of the closest things I have to religion.
Violet you almost killed me (in a good way) with this sentence.
Oh the imagery in this!! “Past love speaks in silences and what is never said can be translated into a truth, of sorts.” 😩🤍
Last year on our way to Burning Man, our RV broke down in the middle of nowhere Nevada. Luckily there was a little town nearby, so we dropped off the RV to get worked on & we hung out at a small candy shop. I’m walking down the aisles with my 1 year old and I see him. An old lover standing in line, waiting to pay. In that moment, all the memories started flowing through: Laying my head on his lap by the fire place as he fed me strawberries & read me poetry, our relentless desire to share amazing music with each other, the tenderness . . . I didn’t have the heart to go up to him & say hi. I hadn’t seen him in over 7 years, I had a child now & my husband was sitting on one of the tables. After we left, I received a DM from him asking if it was me. We briefly (& very respectfully) caught up. I told him about being on our way to BM & our RV breaking down. He was a fire ranger working & living in that little town. Then we wished each other the best and that was that. It’s such an interesting, lingering feeling that those instances leave. Stories of alternative lives that the mind will play in.
P.S. the millennial in me loved reading the word “Skype” in there. Some just won’t get it, but those who do know the hold it has on us 😂🤍
SUSY. You. You know you always get into my heart and soften it. Thank you.
And your story! I was absolutely swept away in it. It can be such a jarring moment to see someone you used to know. They sort of flutter to the back of your mind and then you see them and unlocked memories start sailing. This is such a beautiful little story though. I love how much respect the past and the present. Who you are now and past desires. But I completely and totally understand the feeling of alternative lives. It’s so strange, because no matter the choices we make, there will always be alternative lives.
And Skype!! Hahaha oh I loved that software. Long before iPhones we were on out computers Skyping. I can still remember the logo 😂
Ooof loved this! So bittersweet.
You paint this picture so evocatively, I can taste it. The dust, the sunshine, the sweetness, but also the stickiness, like trying to scrub honey off your fingers, the residue left by sugar you didn’t want.
wow these piece is sooo stunning!
Eeee this is so soft and beautiful! Truly a look gorgeous reminiscence and testament to that past love. You captured it wonderfully. ❤️