“I spend so much time trying to outrun who I once was that I sometimes throw away the notion that there are pieces of me worth salvaging. Like the part of me that always pauses for a sunset. The part that watches fireworks, lips parted in awe. The part that walks the shoreline and collects shells for my mother. The part that tries to catch soapy bubbles on my fingertips. The part that hasn’t eaten meat in years, but still thinks of my childhood home whenever I smell bacon.”
