Two cities apart, his daily videos of the cat were the only thing keeping us close. Then one of them showed me something he hadn't meant to film.

For two years he sent me photos of his lecture halls and his exam stress. Then a blown transformer asked one question his story couldn't survive.

I cut my sleep in half for two years so I'd always be awake for her mornings. She used every hour I was asleep to build a life I wasn't in.

My boyfriend of five years called on February 15th to casually mention he got another woman pregnant—and said he waited to not ruin my Valentine's Day.

I surfaced from sleep to a rhythm I didn't recognize in my own bedroom. When I opened my eyes, the woman I loved was already mid-betrayal.

I mailed off a plastic tube for a school science project. Six weeks later the results page held a stranger who shared half my blood and lived ten minutes away.