Ex Diary - Asians

Now I do: because some heartbreaks are too precise for translation.

I laughed then. I don’t now.

I didn’t have an answer then.

Last night, I found an old receipt from that Thai grocery store we used to go to. The one where your mom would buy frozen pandan leaves and I’d get shrimp paste in a jar that looked like it survived a war. You used to joke, “Our love is inter-Asian — same trauma, different dialects.” asians ex diary