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I look at the moon and go: "wow, that's my wife!"


Currently Reading:

Wanderlust by Rebecca Solnit

Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg


January 11, 2019

She came back in the rain, while the kettle boiled. It had been more than twenty years.

Her face was aged and wrinkled, but so was mine. She had no flowers, no card, no apology. Just her hands, warm and tired and perfect.

“Am I too late?”

I didn’t reply, only welcomed her into my home.

Only after, standing by the window watching the ocean move, did she repeat the question.

“No. Nothing like this ever can be, I think.”

And suddenly it was like we had always been: two moons victim to gravity—falling back and back and back. Together.


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  • Norah

    Thank you all so much for reading and leaving such nice comments! <3

    11 months ago
  • megzegzoo

    this makes my heart go squish i love it it's incredible

    11 months ago
  • ronzee

    So little, yet so powerful. It's very, VERY heart-warming. Love it.

    11 months ago
  • annie_cheng

    Oh wow, this is so beautiful! I love the idea of "gravity"... how we're all affected by some sort of force in our lives beyond our own reckoning. Do we succumb to it, or do we resist it? So thought-provoking and well-written!! :) [Also I saw your quote, and I'm a huge fan of Ernest Hemingway--his short stories in particular are so sparse and deliberate, and your tiny love story is very reminiscent of that style :)]

    11 months ago
  • Norah

    Thank you so much for the kind words!

    11 months ago
  • Julius Caesar

    my heart.... <3

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  • Quille

    Gorgeous, yet melancholy :) Fantastic job!! :DD

    11 months ago