Courtney Le

You bent your head toward me. It was just the slightest tilt, the most fragile of offerings, and I held my breath as I trailed cold fingers on your brow.

I am aromantic. I don’t think I have fallen or ever will fall in love. Frankly, I don’t really think about falling in love at all.

I came to understand that the only distinguishing feature of writers was that they wrote.

And I promise you, / you never unlearned how to be strong.