Full disclosure? We talked about moving on. We considered that perhaps we'd grown too far apart to find our way back to each other again, that maybe it was best to leave this thing now, to not let it get ugly.
It surprised me to see my mom's address in your handwriting, on those once-white envelopes, at the bottom of a Sketchers shoe box. I thought I had thrown out every word you'd written years ago.
Hello, my name is Ana, and I'm a recovering people pleaser. I used to do things I didn't really want to because I was worried what people would think of me.
