Show, not tell, right? Action, not words. You donโt want to hear how sorry I am or how things will be different this time. You want to see it with your own eyes. And until I can show you that, you wonโt tell me what I want to hear.
Ann AguirreIโm not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. Iโve seen a chunk of the universe, true, but thereโs still so much more to see. I doubt Iโll ever cure this wanderlust, and Iโm content with dedicating my life to failing to sate it... Heโs never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.
Ann AguirreI imagine the ones weโve lost as ghosts who prowl about the edges of the light, waiting for us to join them. Sometimes thatโs terrifying, and sometimes itโs reassuring, a promise of homecoming.
Ann Aguirre