If I'm Being Honest...

2 Dog House

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From Bayonne,

The city never sleeps and neither do I... The love of a city returned to the sender. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit asquill.substack.com/subscribe [https://asquill.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_2]

You Looked Good in My Love

You looked pretty wearing the love I gave you. And I fell in love with that image of it—with the illusion that something so visually perfect must also be emotionally right. … when I saw that picture of you from March 16th, something shifted in a way I didn’t expect. I recognized you, but it wasn’t immediate. Everything about you was recognizable. But ... You were no longer pretty for me to look at. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit asquill.substack.com/subscribe [https://asquill.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_2]

The Proudest Stranger in the Room

I once told Mr. Andrews that I wished I could have been there when he graduated the EMT Academy. He reassured me it’s “not like I was missing anything”, or somebody else had taken that place because he “didn’t haveanyone in the audience” for him. And I cried. Because I was so proud of him. Especially knowing his story. How could no one want to sit there and applaud him? I wished so badly I could go back in time and be there. I told him I would have been the proudest girlfriend, just like if I could have been there today, I would be the proudest girlfriend. But now, I am just the proudest stranger in any room he walks in. And that doesn’t sound right... Because I’m not a stranger, am I, Andrews? I was your best friend. And then we went no contact. Until today. Because it’s Medal Day. Mr. Andrews, I hold no expectation of an answer from you—don’t expect to see your name on my phone. I just… Wanted you to know. “Thought of you for Medal Day today. I hope you’ve been okay.” Stay safe. You still own a rented space in my heart and head I expect you to make it home to at the end of each day—even if that doesn’t mean ever being in my bed again. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit asquill.substack.com/subscribe [https://asquill.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_2]

You Can’t Carry Forever on a Paper Plate

Your hands knew how to hold lives, but not us. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit asquill.substack.com/subscribe [https://asquill.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_2]