Pieces Of Me You've Never Seen

Yesterday, in a crowded room and the course of conversation, someone casually said, "Morgan's getting married." Nobody saw this, I know, not even Siobhan, as I held perfectly still and felt the universe skip a beat. Talk continued and the subject changed. This, I learned in childhood: when in doubt, freeze. No one has to see how you really feel, especially if you're not sure.



When he left in September 1996, he took Me with him and I haven't seen Me since. I loved him more than breath, though he didn't love me. Still: eleven years. I genuinely want him to be happy, so this shouldn't matter, but it burns like battery acid. I didn't flinch. No one has to know.