Katie Yee

Maggie: Or, A Man and a Woman Walk Into a Bar

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Memory is a funny thing, the way it distorts. If a heart is like a home, then memory is like a fun house. You never know how the mirrors will tilt. Bad memories have a way of casting a film over everything. Bad memories are greedy. They lay claim to a place.

Are you ever nostalgic for the way the light touches a place? The way the sun holds on to a room? Could you mourn the loss of that arresting sight— the way the light fingerpaints the wall with colors of its own, playful and daring and unselfconscious? The sunset throwing colors like a child before lights-out. One final burst of what's inside.

Maybe every lover becomes an archivist of their beloved.

Me? I'm the face on the other side of that coin: I'm obsessed with endings. I may not be the one to execute or act first— sometimes I feel like my life is simply happening to me-but I will write these endings in my mind: I am always telling myself this is the last time as a way of reminding myself to savor something— as a reminder that everything can be taken away. As a way of taking control over something I have absolutely no control over-as though I myself had penned and therefore chosen the way the story ended. I want things to be tied up neatly. No extra string.

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