Maya Kachroo-Levine

“Oh no, I think I just actually friended her. Oh sweet Jesus, what have I done?”

You have a sneaking suspicion that after the second date your new beau went home and described you to his roommates as looking like a 12-year-old with huge boobs.

Your commencement speaker told you anything was possible. So did your advisor, over coffee in your last few weeks of your undergraduate career. Great things are ahead, they said.

Open office set-ups are better in theory than in concept.

In which she engages only on the part of your text that’s safe to respond to.

“We could really use your support on this project. Can you stay late tonight?”

It is a very surreal experience to have sex in a language you don’t really speak, in a city that is not your own, with a man you don’t really know.

You actually used to come home, sign on to your computer and have notifications when you opened Facebook. With a smart phone, you compulsively check your notifications every time the red number appears in the top right corner of your Facebook icon. Once again, that sense of wonder has evaporated.

You push away the people who care for you.

You feel the need to clearly state that even though you probably won’t drink tonight, you would still very much like to take part in any drunk munching that’s going to happen later in the evening.

The best words can free you from an emotional cage brought on by heartbreak. The best writing can take the place of the apology you needed, but never got.

Find a love that will make you better. Find a love that will grow with you and make you stronger. Find a love that will help you follow your dreams. Find someone who will open doors for you, even if it means you’ll walk through those doors and leave them behind.