Maybe I’m having an epiphany. Maybe I could’ve made it work. I look back and wonder if part of me always felt like I had to match her… to be just as good. As sweet. As loving. As effortlessly kind and open as she was. The kind of person everyone gravitates toward without even trying.… Read more

I hate reading fiction because it messes with my head in the most beautiful, dangerous ways. One minute I’m following a character through a city that doesn’t exist, and the next, I’m looking at the people around me like they’re the story. I start reading everyone like a book… their eyes, their pauses, their nervous… Read more

Everything I’m doing is a form of protest. I’m getting my degree not just for me but for every brown kid who’s been underestimated, overlooked, or told to stay in their lane. I want to be the bright Mexican man in the room—so when people look up, they see us. Represented. Respected. Present. I’m climbing… Read more

Funny how the universe works. You go your way, I go mine… and somehow we still end up in the same places. Same city, same show, same moment… like something’s gently nudging us, whispering, “you’re not done yet.” Maybe it’s coincidence. Maybe it’s fate trying one more time. Maybe I’m delusional. Whatever it is, I’ve… Read more

Hey — Let’s be honest. You’ve been reaching out, hoping for a spark, a response, a sign that you’re still seen. That someone thinks you’re charming, funny, worth the reply. But there’s something underneath all of that. You know it. You’re not proud of the way it feels — like you’re chasing attention when you… Read more

Maybe in another universe… NO. This is the only chance we get. This life is it. There are no do-overs, and there isn’t any secret time we’ll get later. That said, I will be careless about my I love yous. I will be kind because what good comes from anything else? This isn’t a game.… Read more