Jen's Journal

He used to make eggs and chorizo every Sunday morning, and added a lot of salt on his plate.

He came into bed every night smelling like the earth, his breath hot and grimy. I couldn’t tell when he brushed his teeth last

He loved the sound of a Starbucks drink lid coming off. One of those in the glass container that were sold pretty much everywhere.

He always looked at his food lovingly before chomping down a massive bite. He hated when I watched him eat.

He was an only child who never saw an episode of SpongeBob, until he met us.

My English professor once told us that the most intimate thing you can do with a friend or loved one is to feel each other’s heart beat. Some men would say that’s dumb. Some men would say that’s gay. You put your hand on my heart, and let me feel yours, and you did it without a second thought.

He had a hard time letting go of material things. She wanted to burn their house down just to get rid of his junk.

They both wrote promises in a purple notebook. He broke every single one the day he left.