Nicole Stawiarski

I’m swiftly approaching my 30th birthday, and a person very close to me recently convinced me to revisit my relationship with horror films.

I knew nothing about the events of Mrs. America until I started watching the show.

Could cooking be as easy as they make it look in my Facebook newsfeed?

I’ve gotten used to the winters here, to the rough knuckles and the wind chill.

So what if dating was just like karate?

And somewhere between now and then the world changed, and so did I.

I think we became stones in each other’s lives even though neither of us wanted it to happen.

I. It’s my first time traveling alone, and my phone doesn’t work once I land in Montréal, which means I don’t…

Because even though the person is long gone, it’s hard to forget the feeling. And maybe I’m not supposed to.

I never have to lose it. That love, that structure, that support. It never really went away, it just taught me to stand on my own.

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