Wake up with the same cuts on both your hands that won’t ever heal (the most inopportune and inconvenient places for a scrape, however small of injuries they may be). Serious conversations that you don’t have any answers to in chic hotel lobbies. Sobbing, crying, albeit relieving breakdowns in the second row of a movie theater with someone who loves you too too much. Feel some connections out of nowhere and look out!—Bushwick Jefferson mornings with snowy warehouse-filled streets and a squeeze of the hand. Hail the car service. “Borrow my coat.” A Moto brunch and accompaniment you didn’t expect afterward; but for once realizing that there are ones out there that are truly nice. Actual nice ones catch me off guard most times these days. I don’t look for company past a certain point, at least not in an expectant or obligatory sense. Boozy brunches and football games, dropoff laundry, a je-suis-pompette yoga class for a girl who can’t even touch her toes. Text messages over and over from someone who doesn’t know you at all. A series of inappropriate comments and lack of responses. I will distract myself and neglect saying an ounce of how I’m actually thinking / feeling but as long as I have the lovely people in my life who make me feel loved and I’m lucky to have by my side? I can keep mum and simply be thankful.