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Day 5: Tape #53 – Friend Group Intervention.

Danny and Nicki begin to set up the practice space for band, something the gang hasn’t done for a couple of weeks since school ended. Jennifer walks into the garage, holding three water bottles in her hands. The couple look at Jennifer, who has been uncharacteristically quiet.

Nicki: Pep?

Jennifer: *turns around* What?

Nicki doesn’t say anything back, not really knowing what to say. Jennifer rolls her eyes and turns back around, adjusting the mic stand. Nicki looks at Danny, who then clears his throat.

Danny: We just want to know that you’re doing okay.

Jennifer: *stoic* I’m fine.

Nicki: It’s okay to not be, Pep.

Jennifer turns around, annoyed at the conversation being had.

Jennifer: With all de respect Nic, you have absolutely no idea what I’ve been going through these last couple of weeks.

Nicki: Okay, but we both know one of those things has to do with Milo.

Jennifer: *annoyed* I don’t give a shit about whatever is going on with Milo–

Nicki: *defensive* I don’t know who you’re trying to fool, but clearly it’s bothering you.

Jennifer: If it was bothering me, this stupid practice wouldn’t be happening in my garage.

Before Nicki can respond, the side door to the garage opens. Milo walks in, noticing everyone looking directly at him. He sighs and walks to his position without saying anything. Nicki has had enough of the two, walking directly to the front to address them.

Nicki: We are not starting practice until we resolve this tension in the room.

Danny: *nervous* Nicki–

Nicki: No. I did not give up my Saturday to sit around and see you and Milo avoid each other for practice. I also did not work my ass of to get us this summer gig for you two to just avoid the obvious.

Jennifer: Like I said earlier, I don’t have any issues. We are rehearsing in my garage–

Nicki: After Nate said him and his family are going away on vacation.

Jennifer rolls her eyes and doesn’t say anything back.

Milo: No issue over here, just… dealing with a lot of things on my end–

Jennifer: *blows up* Yeah, and who’s fault is that?!

Milo: *annoyed* Was I talking to you?

Jennifer: You’re the reason why everything is fucked up in the first place!

Milo: *yells* I didn’t do anything to you!

Jennifer: You’re living a double life with some girl your best friend doesn’t even know!

Milo: You know who Gwen is though!

Jennifer: *yells even louder* You got her pregnant, Milo!

Nicki: *screams* Stop it!

Milo and Jennifer look away from each other, not making eye contact.

Nicki: Do we need to have a friend group intervention?

The two teens suck their teeth, whining at the suggestion.

Milo: That’s not going to fix anything this time.

Nicki: Why not?

Jennifer: Because this isn’t something we could fix in a conversation, Nic. At the end of the day, Milo has to live with the fact that he made possibly the stupidest decision ever in his life—

Milo: *to himself* Yeah, you would know…

Jennifer turns her head toward Milo, hearing what he said.

Jennifer: Excuse me?

Milo: You make stupid fucking decisions all of the time! And I’m always there to help you get out of them, Pep! The one time I fuck up, you’re nowhere to be found besides judging me for the same exact thing you did last year.

Jennifer doesn’t say anything after that; she’s actually quite speechless, unable to put her thoughts into words. Danny’s sigh is what breaks the silence.

Danny: Milo is right.

Jennifer: *shocked* What?

Danny: Instead of us bashing him for what happened, we should be grateful that he shared something as scary as that. We’re all gaining up on a person that is trying to keep everything together.

Milo looks just as shocked to see Danny sticking up for him.

Danny: I’m not saying your feelings are invalid, Pep; you have every right to feel the way that you do with this situation, but… you also wanted support from your friends when you went through what you went through.

Jennifer: Milo wasn’t left in the dark though. I feel like I was completely left in the dark when it came to Gwen. I don’t know anything about her besides the fact that all of you are in band class together. Where was that sit down together introducing me to your girlfriend?

Milo rubs the back of his neck, visibly uncomfortable.

Milo: Gwen isn’t my girlfriend.

The three teens looked at Milo, surprised.

Jennifer: You got some random girl pregnant?

Milo: She’s not some random girl, she’s… my friend.

Jennifer: A friend?

Milo: A close friend.

Jennifer: It must be some new thing to get your close friends pregnant, huh?

Milo: *defensive* It’s not like that, Pep.

Jennifer: Then explain it. The floor is all yours.

Milo looks at Danny and Nicki, who seemingly look like they are also waiting for him to explain. Milo sighs and gets up from where he was sitting, and walks to face the three teens.

Milo: I… I like Gwen. A lot. And… she likes me back.

Nicki cocks an eyebrow, taking in this new information. Jennifer isn’t amused.

Milo: We were just friends at first, I promise. We would rehearse and hang out whenever I didn’t have practice or when she didn’t have her after-school things to do. We got to know each other, and…

Jennifer: You fell for her?

Milo: *quickly* I didn’t fall for her, but I did start to like her.

Jennifer stares at Milo intensely as if she was interrogating him.

Jennifer: So one day, you guys confessed your likings to each other and then what? You guys took your clothes off and fucked?

Nicki: Pep.

Milo: No, it wasn’t like that—

Jennifer: And then to lose your virginity without protection for just someone that you liked–

Milo: Shit, happens! My god what am I suppose to say?!

Jennifer: I want you to tell us the truth! Do you love this girl?

Milo is taken back by the sudden question.

Milo: What?

Jennifer: Are you in love with Gwen?

Milo doesn’t answer right away. He doesn’t know how to answer the question. He looks over at Danny and Nicki, who patiently wait for his answer. He looks back at Jennifer as her arms are crossed along her chest and she has this look on her face. This… worried look. He can’t get himself to say it, or believe it at this point.

Milo: No.

The three teens are shocked by Milo’s answer.

Milo: We simply got carried away and now we have to face the consequences of our actions.

Before anything else can be said, the side door of the garage opens; in walks Jennifer’s mom, Lydia.

Lydia: Peppie, I need you to pick up Mars from Niko’s house in a few.

Jennifer: Why me?

Lydia: *rubs stomach* Your father and I have a doctor’s appointment at 2 and won’t be back in time to pick her up.

Jennifer rolls her eyes and sighs.

Jennifer: Yeah, whatever.

Lydia smiles and greets the other teens in the garage. Once she leaves, Jennifer starts packing up.

Jennifer: I guess we wasted another practice doing absolutely nothing…

Milo: Pep–

Milo looks up and sees Nicki visibly mad at him. She gathers her things with Danny right behind her. Nicki storms out of the garage. Danny follows her out.

Jennifer continues to put things away, not speaking to Milo. He stands there and sighs, beginning to help Jennifer clean up.

Jennifer: I don’t need your help.

Milo: I didn’t ask if you needed it.

Jennifer stops what she’s doing and looks back up at Milo. They are both dangerously close to one another, making Milo sweat a bit.

Milo: Can we talk? Just us two?

Jennifer: Why?

Milo: Because you’re my best friend, and I need to talk to my best friend about something that’s eating me alive.

Jennifer doesn’t say anything back right away. She sighs, putting the music stand down in its place.

Jennifer: Fine. At the pizza parlor.

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Day 4: Danny, the Unsolicited, Unpaid Therapist: Written as Milo.

“One regular slice and one pepperoni slice,” I said at the counter of the pizza parlor, looking behind at their fridge of drinks. “Can I also get two cans of Coke as well?” It was quick getting the pizza slices for both Danny and I, and it was nice to have someone come back to our stomping grounds in the pizza parlor after all these years.

“Thanks, man,” Danny said as I handed out his regular slice. I guess growing up means you don’t swoon over the meat lover’s special slice anymore. “Man, I love Nicki, but she’s literally been scarier than all of the villains in a scary movie!”

“She’s 5 months pregnant, bro,” I reminded him. “She’s just now realizing that her body is carrying another human being.” I looked at Danny, who immediately got white in the face. “Plus, she’s Nicki. She sucks under stress.”

“I just wish I knew how to help her,” Danny said, seemingly genuinely worried. “When I see her in pain, it just makes me feel bad that I did that to her.”

“Bro, she was there when it happened,” I mentioned, hoping to make Danny feel better about the situation. “Don’t listen to her when she says she hates you for making her go through this. She is not going to mean it.”

“I still can’t wrap my head around the thought that Nic and I are about to be parents,” Danny admitted, pulling his hair back in a stressed way. “When did it hit you that you were gonna be a father?” Ever since they announced to me that they were expecting, Danny had these nonstop questions about the process and my experience with pregnancy, forgetting that my experience was completely different than his.

“I can’t say, to be honest,” I said, taking a bite out of my slice. “I couldn’t really act like I was going to be a dad at the age of 15.” Danny rolled his eyes, knowing he’s heard this explanation a thousand times in the last 5 months.

“But you had to feel like one at some point,” he argued back.

“Yeah, when Gwen passed away and was left being the one to discharge Milo out of the hospital,” I recalled. The day Milo was born was a chaotic one, and totally unexpected. In the span of 12 days, my whole world had turned upside down.

“I don’t mean to bring back bad memories,” Danny apologized.

“The birth of my only son isn’t a bad memory, it’s just an experience that can’t connect with yours. You’re married to Nicki. You guys live together in a nice house, planning a baby shower to celebrate the birth of your first child. Gwen and I didn’t have that.”

“But you still went through the motions of being a man getting ready to bring a child into the world—”

“I was a kid having a kid,” I corrected. “But I understand the feelings you are going through. They’ll always be there when you’re about to become a father.” Danny nodded at me, sharing an agreement to one another. There’s a slight pause before Danny finishes his canned soda; the hollow noise hitting the tabletop.

“So, when are you gonna have another kid?” Danny said bluntly. “My kid needs a friend.”

“Bro, what?” I laughed as I asked.

“Milo is getting older, dude; when are you gonna have another kid?”

“How the hell am I suppose to know?” I scoffed. “I don’t even have the time to clean my apartment, yet alone go out on a date with a woman.”

“You’re not dating anyone yet?” Danny asked as if it was the most shocking discovery in the conversation. “Are you still not over Marielle?” I felt my body tense up hearing the name of my ex girlfriend.

Marielle and I were students at the same college, and one of my electives as a junior was something she was taken towards her major. She was studying to be an actress and was pursuing this once-in-a-lifetime experience at Oxford, all the way in London. She told me late last summer that she got accepted into the program at Oxford, and was going to live in London for the next two years. Knowing that long-distance wouldn’t have worked for us, we both agreed to call it quits.

“I haven’t spoken to Mari since she left for London,” I emphasized. “Why try to date when a.) the women our age aren’t looking to be with a man with a kid already, and b.) eventually it’s not going to work out?” It was true; dating as a single father was strange, considering I’ve been a single dad since I was a sophomore in high school. Surely, women dated me later in high school and in college, but the elephant in the room was always my son knocking on my bedroom door when I had a woman over. Clearly, they never wanted a second date with me.

“So, that’s it? Mari leaves for London and Pep leaves for North Carolina with her fiancée—” My body tenses up to the sound of Pep’s name. Danny immediately stopped the thought and jumps on a new one. “Have you heard from Pep lately?”

“The last I heard was that her fiancée unfortunately passed away,” I said, recalling that conversation with Lydia one day. “Her mom told me, but I haven’t spoken to Jennifer—”

“Pep,” Danny corrected.

“I haven’t spoken to her since she left for North Carolina last summer,” I finished my sentence, dismissing Danny’s correction.

“I just don’t understand how best friends like you and Pep just have a huge falling out like that,” Danny questioned, finishing the last of his slice.

“You should know, you were there when it happened.” The last time Pep and I spoke was the night before she was leaving for North Carolina. She was moving closer to her fiancée’s family since he was dealing with a chronic illness. I was against her moving so far away from her family; she deemed it as jealousy for being able to move her life along while mine was forced to stay here because of my son. It was the last straw after breaking them in half to create more, but for the sake of Pep and me, we ended our friendship and communication there on that same night.

Before we got any deeper to the conversation, my phone rings on top of the table, noticing the number as the repairman. “Hello?… Yes, speaking… That’s great, thank you again.” I hung up the phone and began to get up from the booth. “Thank god they were able to fix my AC unit—”

“Dude,” Danny said as he put his hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay to let things go for the sake of your own future. Yeah, your whole world is your son, but don’t forget you’re allowed to include your own wants and needs into that world.”

At the time, I didn’t understand why Danny worded things like that. The more I analyzed this day out with him, the more I realized that him and Nic had something up their sleeves this entire time—

And I was the fool that fell for it.

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Day 3: Something For The Photobooks: A Jamie Monologue.

Shawn was never good with big events. Any events, really. He nearly passed out hours before taking the Bar exam, and trying to get him together was a literal nightmare. Why did I think his wedding day would be any different? I believe there is a term you call people that are optimistic. It’s called ‘being stupid’.

“Ya,” I shouted as I banged on the bathroom door. “You can’t just hide out in the bathroom all day!”

“What the hell was I thinking,” Shawn says from the other side of the door. “How am I getting married so soon?!” I couldn’t help but sigh, as this isn’t the first time Shawn has said that exact thing.

“Shawn, you guys have been engaged for over a year,” I mentioned. “What did you think was going to happen?”

Hyung, I can’t do this!”

“What happened to Mr. ‘You’re-Never-Gonna-Feel-Ready’ that was lecturing me about marriage last night?” I teased.

“I was foolish! I was talking after eating all that food at the dinner!” Shawn shouted. I shook my head, adjusting the cufflinks on my sleeves. Suddenly, there’s a knock on the front door; I open it knowing who it is. Kevin stands on the other side of the door, not amused to be standing here.

Hyung,” he finally said as he walks into the apartment. He sighs as I close the door behind him. “Where is he?”

“Kevin?!” Shawn called out. “You called Kevin?!”

“If anyone is gonna talk you out the bathroom, it’s him,” I said, looking over at Kevin. Kevin and Shawn have had a rocky friendship ever since our time in California, and reconnected once Kevin’s daughter was born two years ago. Kevin knew how to talk Shawn out of these panic attacks; I clearly did not have the patience to deal with them.

Kevin walks over and knocks loudly on the bathroom door. “Hyung! Open the door!” Nothing is heard after that besides the sound of the lock opening. The door opens, and Shawn surprisingly is dressed.

“At least you’re dressed,” I said out loud.

“Shawn, what the hell is going on?” Kevin asked. “You do realize that the ceremony starts in an hour, right?”

“What if I’m making a mistake?”

“Whoa,” I intervened. “Are you having second thoughts about marrying Sky?”

“Marriage is… a commitment,” Shawn begins to explain. “What if we find out we aren’t compatible? What if she doesn’t like me as her husband? What if—”

“That’s not going to happen, Hyung,” Kevin reassured. “You and Skylar are literally one and the same. No one can put up with you the way she does.” I nodded my head, absolutely agreeing with him.

“But what if one day she stops? What if one day she stops loving me?” Shawn looked like he was serious when voicing his concerns. Did he truly believe these things? Did he really think that Skylar will just stop loving him one day if they get married?

“She’s not going to stop loving you,” I gently said to Shawn.

“How do you know that for sure?”

“She’s an Ashmore woman,” I said with a smile. “Once they make a decision, they don’t back out from it.” Shawn let out a deep breath, seeming to calm down a bit. Kevin watched as Shawn slowly stepped out of the bathroom in his tuxedo.

“I’m sweating profusely in this tux,” Shawn said, tugging at the collar.

“Good thing it’s a winter wedding and not a summer one,” Kevin began to say. “Skylar would be marrying a puddle at the altar.”

“Kevin,” I scolded him as he laughed. Shawn laughed as well, which surprised me. I forgot this was the way their friendship worked. This was their way of showing their love for each other.

“Were you this nervous for your wedding day, Kev?” I asked, taking the attention off of Shawn.

“Of course,” he began to say. “On top of that, JooAh was due any day with Yubin and didn’t want her to be uncomfortable throughout the whole ceremony.” Shawn turned his head, now looking at me.

“Don’t even,” I put my hand up, knowing what Shawn was thinking. Kevin was confused, but immediately dismissed it. “The scariest part about marriage isn’t the ceremony; it’s actually proposing.” I slowed hard, trying to not break a sweat in my own suit.

“And, Sky said yes,” I added. “She’s so in love with you, Shawn. You said it yourself last night; you need to feel ready for marriage, and you guys are ready to be married.” The ringtone of my cellphone goes up, breaking this sentimental moment between 3 friends-turned-brothers. Looking at the screen, it’s Grace. “Jagiya?

“Where are you guys?” Grace immediately said in a panicked tone.

“We just got Shawn out of the bathroom successfully,” I said, throwing Shawn his coat and quickly putting mine on.

“The ceremony is literally starting in 20 minutes,” Grace admitted. I looked over the time of the stove, seeing the time as 11:33AM.

“We have two hours,” I said, now confused. “It’s not even noon yet.”

“What are you–” Grace paused before sighing. “You’re looking at the time on the stove, are you?”

“Yeah?”

“Babe, I don’t know how to tell you this, but that’s not the right time,” Grace said, ripping the bandage off without warning. “It’s 1:33PM.”

“What?!” I shouted, now the one panicking. “Why does the stove say 11:33 then?!”

“That thing has been wrong since…” I hear her sigh before finishing her sentence. “Since you were last in Korea. That’s KST.” My eyes widened; my initial reaction was this sense of warmth traveling through my body. She changed the time on the clock to know what time it was in Korea. Immediately after: pure panic. “We’re leaving now.” I hang up the phone, seeing both Shawn and Kevin stare at me. “We got 20 minutes to get there! Let’s go, let’s go!” The three of us run around the apartment, grabbing our things and exiting the door.

Shawn was the first one to run out of the cab when we got to the church, then Kevin. I hand the money over to the cab driver, thanking him as I ran behind the guys. I open the double doors of the church, watching both Shawn and Kevin run into the chapel; Kevin sliding into one of the booths with his wife and daughter, while Shawn ran down the aisle, bowing out of politeness and catching his breath once he got to the altar.

“Jamie!”

I turned around and finally see her. Uwa. Grace stands there with her red, curly hair tied up, with a couple of strands falling down the sides of her face. Her dress is a lavender color, hitting every curve on her perfectly. I immediately look at her belly, slightly poking through the fabric of the dress. She’s breathtaking–

Ya!” She shouts, waving her hand in front of my face. I snap back to reality, seeing her small figure trying to get my attention. “Where the hell took you so long? Sky’s nearly about to rip herself out the dress and fight Shawn at the altar!”

“Shawn locked himself in the bathroom,” I explained as if it wasn’t the most ridiculous thing to come out of my mouth today. “He’s in the chapel though–“

“Is he finally fucking here?!” Skylar shouted, holding the train of her dress up to walk. He spots Grace and I and walks over to us. “I’m going to kill Shawn.”

“Oh, I know,” I said, completely agreeing. “Thank Grace’s stove clock for making us realize we didn’t have time to lollygag.” Grace hit me on the arm as I looked at her. “He’s at the altar now, possibly standing in a puddle of his sweat.” Skylar completely bypasses the joke and shouts at the wedding party gathered in the lobby.

“We’re starting! Everybody get in fucking place!” she runs at the end of the line as Grace and I get in our spot. The piano begins to play and the doors to the chapel open. The groomsmen and bridesmaids begin to walk down the aisle. I take in a deep breath, suddenly nervous. I feel Grace slightly squeeze my hand in hers, making me look down at her.

“You’re ready?” She whispers before he walk in the doorway, waiting to walk down the aisle. I smiled and looked up with Grace, beginning to walk down the aisle. As we walked down the aisle, I look over at the wedding guests. I see Shawn’s parents, the same parents that treated me like family during my time in law school. I see Grace’s parents looking at us, which makes me instantly nervous. To know this won’t be the last time they see Grace and I walk down an aisle is making my face become hot and flushed. By the time we got to the front of the altar, I stand next to Shawn, patting his shoulder as he lets out a deep breath. Shortly after, a little girl with blonde, curly hair and a light pink dress walked down the aisle; I couldn’t help but smile brightly. I looked over to Grace, watching her daughter throw flower petals on the ground and hurried to stand next to her. It wasn’t long after that everyone stood up from their seats and turned their attention towards the chapel door.

Skylar begins to walk out with her father with the biggest smile on his face. I look over at Shawn and immediately grab a tissue to hand over to him. I don’t blame him for being so emotional; seeing the woman you love walk down the aisle in a white wedding dress is a lot to keep in.

I look over to Grace on the bridesmaids side, watching through glassy eyes as Skylar walked down the aisle. Ahh, jagiya. I know how much this day meant for Grace as well. Shawn was right in saying that Grace was more like a sister to Skylar than a cousin. Being the only child in their families, they truly only had each other for support growing up. They fought like sisters, teased each other like sisters, and loved each other like sisters. I know this day means just as much to Grace as it does for Skylar.

Shawn and Skylar instantly became themselves again after the ceremony finished, and they were officially husband and wife. The music in the venue was loud, as some of the guests were already on the dance floor with the bride and groom. I walked across the hall, taking the atmosphere in. I was most excited to finally be with Grace after 24 hours of not being with her.

She sat at the table, talking to some guests alongside her mother. She looked up and smiled at me.

“Sorry to interrupt,” I said, handing Grace a small plate of hors d’oeuvres. “Just reminding the misses to eat something.” Grace rolled her eyes as her mother, Mollie, cooed.

“Such a gentleman,” Mollie commented, smiling at Grace.

“Nah, just well trained,” Grace playfully teased. Mollie began to get up from the seat once she hears Willow giving Grace’s dad, Weston, a handful. Before leaving, Mollie pats me on the shoulder.

“Makes sure she actually eats,” she says as she walks away with the other guests. I sit next to Grace and place my hand on her lap. Finally; together.

“Finally; together,” Grace leaned her head on my shoulder, practically reading my mind. “Sky drove me crazy last night.”

“Shawn wasn’t so easy to handle either,” I added, looking at her. She picks her head up to face me.

“Sky was all bent out of shape this morning,” Grace began to recall. “I felt so bad for her hairstylist; nothing was the hairstyle.” Oh, that very much sounds like Skylar.

“I had to call Kevin over to help drag Shawn out of the bathroom,” I mentioned. “It wouldn’t be Shawn if he wasn’t late to his own wedding.” Both Grace and I look out at the dance floor, watching Shawn and Skylar dance on each other along to the music. “I’m glad everything worked out.”

“You know it would,” Grace commented. “I mean, I knew Sky was serious about Shawn the moment she refused to go out to the Voyage after he went back to Korea. That was her favorite spot.”

“I get it,” I started to say. “That’s like us and the cafe.” Grace looked over at me, smiling as she put her hand on top of mine. “We’ll be bringing agi to the cafe, and tell them the story about how mom and dad fell in love over coffee.” Grace blushed instantly, trying to hold her growing smile.

The DJ slows the music down, which makes the couples begin to slow dance. I slowly get up from my seat, offering a hand to Grace. “May I have this dance, beautiful?” Grace smiled, extending her hand toward me.

“Of course,” Grace said, getting up from her seat, I hold her hand and walk her to the dance floor, picking a place not too far from out table just in case Grace needed to sit down. Still, it felt like our own private moment, dancing underneath the lights. I held her hand and held her close to me, swaying slowly back and forth to the song.

I dreamt of moments like this the second I knew I was in love with Grace. I dreamt of holding her in my arms as she pressed her head on my chest. I dreamt of smelling the rose scented conditioner Grace used once she got out of the shower. I dreamt of being with Grace; not just physically, but to know that emotionally she feels safe and loved. She deserved the world, and I dreamt of being the one giving her that. I dreamt slow dancing with her at a wedding; preferably our wedding.

I looked up and see both Shawn and Skylar looking in our direction. Once spotted, they immediately turned their heads away. Too late, guys.

“Shawn and Sky are practically gazing in our direction,” I joked. Grace lifted her head up to see the couple trying to not look obvious. They were very obvious. Grace laughed as she shook her head, looking back at me.

“Something tells me they’ve been talking about us,” Grace mentioned, cocking up an eyebrow. I wonder if Grace and Skylar had the same conversation Shawn and I did the night before.

“You know they are the co-owners of our fan club,” I joked, continuing to slow dance with Grace. Despite her looking absolutely gorgeous in her dress, I fear that Grace might look even sexier when she’s pregnant. She’s literally glowing; I don’t mind seeing this for the next 5 months at all.

“Maid of honor and best man,” a woman’s voice called out. Grace and I both turn our heads, noticing the photographer standing there. “May I?” She holds the camera up.

“Oh, of course,” Grace answered, getting herself ready to stand next to me. The photographer looks at us, analyzing how the picture will come out. I look at Grace and smile as she smiles for the camera. Flick. The photographer looks down at her camera, smiling at the result.

“Beautiful,” she said as she shows Grace and I the photo on her camera. It was a beautiful picture; Grace looking absolutely breathtaking as I looked at her. This will be something for the photo books; the one where we’ll have to show grace and I’s journey to where we are, and where we’re going to be.

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Day 2: Where Was I in 2016?

Dear, Readers – welcome back to Letters from Liz!

It’s pretty crazy to think about writing this post, particularly because 2016 feels like it was only a couple of years ago; not a decade. If you think I’m going to be a mess next year writing blog posts for the blog’s tenth anniversary, prepare for me to be super nostalgic in this post.

Without further ado… where was Liz in 2016?

In 2016, I was in my senior year of college, entering my last semester as an undergraduate. I was taking four classes: Linguistics, American literature, Fiction Writing, and Acting II. I was a 22 year old aspiring screenwriter, hoping to get accepted to my dream graduate film school to pursue my passion at the time.

I entered the year wanting to document this monumental year; I decided to write a journal entry every day of the year to then read back at the end of it. I took that journal with me everywhere and wrote in it whenever I felt the end to document something. It’s something I still do, as I currently document 2025 in a journal as well.

My senior year of college was my favorite one of them all; it was the first time I actually made friends in my classes and wasn’t afraid of being myself with them. Most of my friends came from my acting classes, notably the best class I took and the one I cherish the most out of my undergrad experience. It was a shame that I was graduating that year; I wished I had found these group of people earlier in my college career so that I was able to spend more time with them. Still, I think they came at the perfect time in my life.

My friends came at a point where I was struggling a lot at home, dealing with some difficult situations that carried a lot of guilt and shame. These people made my days feel so much better, and it’s crazy to see the paths that they took after graduating CSI. One of them graduated with their MPH, of Masters of Public Health. One of them is now a tattoo artist in Florida. One of them is now a mother. One of them I get to see everyday since we work at the college as staff members now! I am so honored to have call them my friends, and I truly hope that they all continue to do well in their own paths of life.

Also, just to outdate myself some more, here is the official indicator that this was 2016: the Snapchat dog filter.

In 2016, I spent most of my time on my off days with my partner, who had just moved into their first apartment in Brooklyn. Nights consisted of us hanging out with large groups of people, including his family and friends and his roommate. It was truly the type of apartment anyone in their early 20’s dreamed of having, and for me it was a good place to relax and escape after a long day of classes, or if I just needed some time away from home. I am forever grateful to have been a part of that era, seeing my partner grow into his own.

On Valentine’s Day, my childhood dog, Pal, has passed away at our home in his sleep. It was truly my first ever pet loss. My family got Pal in 2001 from an adoption event at Petco. He was just 2 months old, and just as goofy as he was as he got older. This loss really got the best of me, and I distinctly remember having plans to see my partner for Valentine’s Day that year too. I remember waking up at 4 o’clock in the morning in tears, telling my partner I had a dream about Pal, and that he was still alive and well.

He was buried in Pennsylvania at my grandparent’s house, next to the other dogs that had passed earlier that year: Bear, Molly, and Emma, and where my grandfather’s ashes would later be spread. I like to believe that Pal was rested in the place that he enjoyed the most whenever we went to visit.

Sadly, I did not get into the grad film school I desperately wanted to get into. I guess you can say life has different plans for me. I was offered an automatic admission into the English Masters program at my college; a program that was currently going through a revamp of requirements and offered their students a chance to be a part of it. I was stuck in a place, not completely feeling fulfilled with my bachelor’s degree and wanted more. I decided to take the offer, starting grade school later that year for the Fall 2016 semester.

It is where I first met my mentor and now friend, Ro; or Professor Carlo in 2016. I was in her “Teaching of Writing” grad class, learning something that never in a million years did I think would become something I was passionate about. Throughout the semester, I became really comfortable in her class once I realized not all grad school professors are intense and scary. She was in her second year teaching at my college, and only 9 years my senior. By the end of the semester, I already knew I wanted to write my Master’s thesis about writing studies in first year college classrooms and immediately asked if she would be my thesis advisor when the time came around. I was grateful that she said yes, introducing me to a type of writing I did not know I even had in me. I truly believe because of Ro, I am now a better writer. Truly, I am where I am today because of Ro’s guidance and her willingness to mentor me professionally once I graduated from grad school.

2016 in a nutshell was a really good year for me, depsite the struggles I went through behind the scenes. I made the best of what I had, and went into the new year without any pre-notion on how the year was going to go. It was surprise, in my opinion, and I think a pivotal point in my journey of growth.

Who would think that a year later, this blog would be born…but that’s a different story for a blog post in next year’s celebration. 😉

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Overexposed: 2026.

Last year, new year’s eye.

I had an anxiety attack last year on New Years Eve, sitting on my bed trying to distract my intrusive thoughts with anything at this point. I felt alone on New Years Eve, even though I was at home with my family at the time. I was scared. I was scared of my own thoughts, not understanding that in a couple of months, I will learn that this sense of inflated responsibility I have will be labeled as obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Every year, I feel like I am getting closer to honestly knowing who I am for all the good and bad. I am learning that the things that I labeled as preferences were coping mechanisms that had an underlying, sneaky motive of control and responsibility. Because of that, I began to notice just how damaging my mechanisms became, simply off of the fact that they didn’t work for me anymore. I think out of everything, realizing the methods that used to help ease your depression and anxiety suddenly not work is the scariest thing; where else do you turn to when what you thought worked doesn’t anymore?

This past year in particular I picked up a hobby that I dropped when I graduated from grad school because I didn’t think it was helpful to my mental health. The problem wasn’t the hobby, it was everything else happening during that time period. I decided to keep a daily journal and write anything and everything in it every single day. Sure, I definitely did not manage to write every single day of 2025, but at least I tried!

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As I read back on the journal entries, I’m reminded of what my journey was like for the past year. It wasn’t linear, nor was it just a year of happy-go-lucky times. There were days that I questioned my abilities as a worker, writer, and even as a person. There were days I was sincerely happy and documented the day as detailed as possible so that I could remember it. There were days that I jotted down absolute nonsense, just because I needed an outlet to let it all out. 2025 wasn’t a special year, and it wasn’t one that I’ll think back in the future and document it as a monumental year. But, it was the first year in a really long time that I felt the most present. Maybe half of that was because journaling made me use my five senses to feel everything around me, and it allowed me to not live in my own head when I could be living in the outside world. In a sense, it has allowed me to really label my thoughts as just thoughts. There’s something symbolic in the way I can write down what’s going on in my head, close the journal shut, and continue to live on with my day knowing that the thoughts exist yet they do not affect how my day goes.

2026, I have high expectations for you; not because I’m looking to have such an amazing and life-changing year… although it would be nice, haha!

I have high expectations for you because I have high expectations for myself. I believe that I will finally manage my trichotillomania the more I practice ERP (exposure and response prevention) and get a better understanding about what causes it. I believe I will also finally allow myself to sit in discomfort more frequently, especially during the times I want nothing but to try to fix, control, and alter things to make them feel right. I have so many internal goals for myself this year, and I hope I can come back to this post (and come back to the very beginning of my 2026 journal this time next year) and read the journey on how 2026 shaped me into the person I will be entering 2027 in.

Cheers to you, 2026. I’m excited to see you for all its goodness.

The Junior Journals., Twelve Letters of Lizmas: 2025

Day 12: The Summer We Didn’t See Coming: Milo’s Journal.

Sophomore year had come to an end, and now the hardest part of our high school careers were coming: junior year.

It wasn’t just a day-by-day occurrence anymore; this was now the time that colleges will look at to determine whether or not they want you in their school. My dad had told me early on into sophomore year that I should be thinking about colleges. I laughed it off; all I wanted to do was go back to school, play in the band and sing in the choir, and hang out with Sophie after school.

“Again?” Jennifer asked as she prepped dinner in the kitchen. Reagan and Dylan were in the living room, watching some cartoon on the TV. Micah was in his room, playing what I would believe is some Charli XCX inspired techno beat on his iPad. “Didn’t you just see Sophie yesterday?”

“Today’s a brand new day,” I said, getting my bag ready. Jennifer turns around and looks at me, crossing her arms along her chest. “What?”

“Just because your dad is away at a conference for Spring Break, doesn’t mean you can go buckwild,” she commented. “I hope you have condoms in that bag.”

“Pep!” I reacted, my face now bright red.

“Your dad is oblivious; not me,” Jennifer turned back around into the kitchen and continued preparing food on the counter. “I think he chooses to be; why else would you constantly be hanging out in the pizza parlor with your girlfriend?”

“I happen to enjoy the pizza there,” I commented, grabbing a water from the fridge.

“Uh huh,” Jennifer responded. “I’m just telling you how it is, Milo. I don’t need you two running to me because you two decided to be reckless one night.” I feel my face get even hotter, remembering the time near my birthday that Sophie and I went to Jennifer for help with… lady problems. “I’m way too young to be a grandmother.”

“Pep, please,” I cover my ears as she spoke. I wanted nothing more to escape this conversation. Thankfully, Sophie called my phone at the right time. “Hey, babe… yep, I’m leaving now; I’ll be there in 10 minutes… Love you too.” I hang up my phone and get off the barstool and walk towards the front door. “I’ll text you!”

“Again?” I hear Jennifer whisper in the kitchen. “I’m worried about him, Milo.”

“He’s going to be fine, Pep,” I hear my dad speak. “It’s just a difficult time for him. It’s his first break-up.”

“I’m saying the same thing I had to tell Mollie earlier this summer; break-ups hurt, but the work never stops.” Mollie has had a hard summer for sure. I only know because she randomly had texted me one night during summer break. It completely took me off-guard, her message notifications were foreign on my phone. Later that night, I sat on my front stoop, waiting for her to come by. Once I had saw her walking underneath a street light I stood up. Mollie must’ve had saw me since she stopped in place for a moment. She continued walking toward my house; it wasn’t until she got close that I realized something was wrong.

“Mol?” I said, confused to see her here this late, yet alone here at all. “Is everything okay?” She didn’t say anything back; she simply started sobbing in my arms as I hugged her. This was the closest we’ve been since freshman year. “Mol.”

“Aaron and I broke up,” Mollie said through tears. I was speechless, not expecting to hear that. Aaron and Mollie were stronger than ever during sophomore year. We had drifted a part as the months passed in addition to our rocky first year at Waverly, but seeing her be so happy with Aaron made me realize just how much Mollie loved him. I understood what that looked like; in some strange way, it gave me the courage to finally make things official with Sophie.

“Why? What happened?” I pulled her away to finally talk to her, but her head hung low. All I saw were tears falling straight to the ground. I kneeled down in front of Mollie, not wanting to force her to look up at me. “Mol?”

She took a few deep breaths before she lifted her head up. I got up with her. “Aaron got some once in a lifetime deal to be an opener for the Chappell Brothers.” My eyes widen, shocked. That was definitely a once in a lifetime deal. “He leaves for tour in a week.”

“I’m… sorry, Mol,” I genuinely said. “How did he even get that?”

“His dumb, optimistic manager,” Mollie answered, sniffling and wiping her eyes. “Apparently this has been in the talks for a year. A year! A year Aaron knew this was in negotiation and didn’t even bother telling me until a week before!”

“But you’re in his band,” I pointed out. “You’ve been singing lead for two years now.” Mollie started crying again after I said that. “I didn’t mean to upset you, I was just–“

“I quit the band,” Mollie admitted. Another shocker in such a short time-span. “For one, my mom isn’t letting me run off with some boy and his band, and–“

“You’d be leaving dance behind,” I concluded, immediately understanding the circumstances. I sighed. “I’m sorry you’re going though this.” Mollie started to laugh as she continued wiping her tears off of her face.

“Isn’t it crazy,” she began to say. “I should’ve just listened to you when you said he cared about his band more than me.”

“No,” I immediately disagreed. “That was stupid for me to say in the first place.”

“But it was true–“

“You loved him, Mol,” I emphasized. “And anyone with a pair of eyes knew that he loved you back.” Mollie just stared at me, letting the slow falling tears fall from her eyes. “I didn’t realize that until this year; really.”

“This sucks,” Mollie said, putting her head on my shoulder.

I placed my head on top of hers, comforting her in the way that I used to; back when we were just kids. Back when we were best friends. “I know, Mol.”

I finally get up from my bed and open my bedroom door. I walk out passed the kitchen and see Jennifer and my dad standing there. They stop talking once they notice me standing.

“Hey, buddy,” my dad began to say.

“My room is literally around the corner,” I commented. “No need to stop talking about me now that I am here.”

“Milo,” Jennifer began to say as I walked past the two adults, getting a snack from the cabinet. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” I simply said, walking out of the kitchen with a bag of chips in my hand. “I just want to relax before school starts next week.” I plopped down on the sofa, next to my younger brother, Micah. He looks at me when I reach for the remote.

“Hey! I’m watching that!” he whined.

“I’ve been hearing this same damn episode of Bluey all day,” I told him, annoyed.

“Mommy!”

“Milo,” my dad intervened.

“What?” I looked at my dad, frustrated at everyone in this house at this point. He started walking to the back door of the kitchen; the ones that goes straight to the studio downstairs.

“Come downstairs for a minute.” I sighed, leaving the bag of chips on the sofa. It wasn’t a surprise that I heard Micah immediately grab it for himself.

I walked down the studio stairs and stopped once I saw my dad in the equipment area, grabbing a guitar from the supply closet.

“Dad, I’m not in the mood to learn anything new with the electric guitar,” I pleaded, sitting on the piano bench, watching my dad tune the guitar. “Dad? Dad?!” He couldn’t hear me over the practice riffs he played on the guitar. Can’t lie, it sounded pretty sick.

He looked back up, taking the guitar off from his body and placing it on the stand next to him. He grabs a folding chair, opening it in front of me and sits down. “I know you’re having a hard time with your break-up with Sophie.”

“There’s nothing I can do about it,” I said nonchalantly. “It is what it is.”

“I know you love her, bud.” I begin bouncing my leg in place, unwillingly at this point. I didn’t want to get into this; not with my dad. “I know how it feels to have your very first heartbreak like that.”

“Jennifer broke up with you at one point?” I genuinely asked.

My dad shook his head no. “It was when your mom passed away.” Yeah, he won that debate.

“Dad,” I began to try to put together a tangible sentence about this topic. “I don’t want to have to look at her in band and think about why our relationship didn’t work out.”

“Why did you guys decide to break up in the first place?”

“Things just got complicated,” I answered vaguely. The truth of the matter was that Sophie felt like she lost her identity being with me. Throughout sophomore year, my friends became her friends when we got together. If I was around, it was most likely that Sophie was there too. It got to the point where she began to feel like my shadow.

It also didn’t help that major wise, we both probably did the worst in those classes. We weren’t really a good influence when we were together. We used to cut our 8th period class just so that we could hang out in the treehouse, or in the studio space before my parents got home. A lot of that time spent during that time was… well, you know.

“Not to sound insensitive, but you guys are 16. What could’ve possibly been more complicated than the classes you’re taking in school?”

“She spent a lot of time with me, dad.” Sophie spent majority of her time with me over the past year, and although I won’t tell him this, she had expressed she felt most like herself while she was doing her Juilliard future students program. I wouldn’t ever tell Sophie this, but her excessive time in the program was starting to rub me off the way. I started to feel like she would rather send time with other prospective students in the program instead of her own boyfriend. “We both felt like we were just… too dependent on each other, I guess.

“Sounds like you don’t agree,” my dad pointed out.

“I do,” I quickly said, dismissing his comment. “But I’m fine, dad. I think it’s best that we both focus on things for college, especially if we’re going to go to the schools we want to go.”

“That’s a very mature outlook on things,” my dad commented, and continued to play the guitar. I knew my dad played the guitar, but to him it’s been years since he did it every day. He mentioned that he used to be in a band with Jennifer and a couple of their friends back in high-school. What surprised me is that he actually looked cool playing it. “Have you ever thought about doing something outside of school this year?” Huh?

“With my schedule?” I joked, now walking towards him and the guitar. He looks up at me, noticing me looking at the guitar.

“Maybe you should put some of your focus this year on a new project,” he mentioned. “Like start your own band or something.”

“That’s basic,” I dismissed, rolling my eyes.

“It’s something on your resume for schools that are looking for leaders in their craft,” my dad mentioned. “At least, that’s what I heard for Berklee.” Boston Conservatory at Berklee was my top college. I went to a couple of campus tours and open houses last year whenever I had the chance, and that chance being whenever Jennifer had a dance competition with her academy in Massachusetts. I pictured myself walking around the campus, taking music classes and living away from home for four years. It was something I was excited about doing once I graduate Waverly next year.

But, I’ve yet to do junior year, in which something tells me this isn’t going to be the easiest year.

“I don’t know,” I finally answered. “I don’t think I’m ready to be going out there and recruit people for a band in junior year. Everyone already is a part of some band or group, especially after Aaron and his band–“

“Yeah.” My dad said. He knows exactly what happened. “Maybe you should try talking to Mollie.”

“And have her join yet another band? She’d punch me right in the face if I did.” It was true though. I couldn’t imagine Mollie wanting to join anything this year that involves music.

“But this could be something that you both put together,” my dad suggested. “Mollie joined someone else’s band. With her a part of the founding process, she has something that is evenly yours and hers.” My dad then begins to rip some sort of crazy chord on the guitar that echoes the entire studio room. It isn’t long after that Jennifer is yelling from on top of the stairs, saying that the house is shaking. My dad laughs and puts the guitar back on its stand. The guitar is shiny and orange; sort of vintage looking. I wonder if this was dad’s when he was in his own band.

“Dad?”

“Yeah, bud?” he answered, placing the guitar back in the storage closet.

“Why didn’t your band work out if they were all your friends?” I asked. My dad turned around and looked at me before answering the question.

“Personally, my priorities had to change,” he began to answer. “You were born and I has to take care of you first.” Ahh, so much for having a cool dad in a world famous band.

Twelve Letters of Lizmas: 2025

Day 11: A Reflection of 2025.

10 years ago, I was silently going through a major event in my life. Major, as in life-changing, and something that I did not know would affect me in the immediate years after that, and that it would trigger me years after it all.

It’s Halloween night, and I just got out of work and have plans to go out. I’m dressed as a Saloon girl, in honor to my office’s Western theme Halloween party. I meet up with my partner and one of his closest friends at the local bar; the one I have intentionally labeled as our “Central Perk”. The place is crowded, and we are unfortunately sitting next to a man who clearly had a ton to drink already. Despite my costume being very “cleavage exposed”, I felt the tightness in my chest. I felt uncomfortable; not because I didn’t expect a man to be drunk at a bar though. It was like my body was reacting to the scenario in a way that it did all those years ago. It was like… I wasn’t exposed to this type of trauma for so many years now, that I simply didn’t even know how to react. I felt myself getting an anxiety attack, and it showed on my face instantly.

Eventually, the guy left the bar and a younger couple in costumes took his spot in the bar. After processing the situation and feeling safe, I voiced out to my partner that seeing that man that drunk triggered me, and brought up that trauma. I’m grateful I didn’t need to further explain it, as he was there when that part of my life happened, 10 years ago.

I was 21. I felt trapped. Lost. Defeated, thinking this was going to be for the rest of my life if I didn’t get myself out of it.

I am now 31. I am free. I am better. I am undeniably living some of the best years of my life. I’m living the life 21 year old Liz dreamed of.

So, what happened? Well, life happened – and for once I am grateful that it nearly cost someone’s life in order to make a change. A major change. Major, as in to the point where it took years to forgive, and allow myself to let that anger go in order for me to start healing.

10 years later, I am reminded that the little girl that shared a common interest in sports was still alive. I was able to attend a game for a team that I grew up watching. I remember sitting in that stadium and just looking over to my left thinking, “this is something I didn’t think I’d ever get to do with you.”

This year–the more that I think about it–was truly… healing.

This year was the year that I began to be more honest with myself on a level that I wasn’t capable of doing due to fear. I was able to have conversations that were once too tough to have, especially when it came to more of the adult problems. I was also able to accept that… well, I was changing, and the things that once made me feel safe no longer worked during the rough times.

It’s probably why it nearly took 19 years to finally get treated for trichotillomania. I was finally being honest with myself.

This year, I finally started to feel like I was genuinely being myself without any self-judgement. In conversations with friends and family, in professional settings at the office, and in general I feel like more of my true personality is being let out. In a sense, I am starting to feel like the grown-up version of “kid me”: the funny, witty, bubbly kid that also didn’t take no shit from anyone that disrespected her. It’s nice to finally feel like I am closer to my kid self than any other version, which is honestly so surprisingly refreshing.

I did so many things to document a good year: I went to Atlantic City every 3 months, or literally when my partner and I felt like we needed a break from our jobs and come back to them feeling brand new and ready to make that money. I went to 2 concerts this year; one in which I was a VIP and got to hang out with the band before the show. I went to see the New York Mets play this summer, which was rewarding for the little baseball girly in me. I did all these amazing things that I chose to do because I deserved to experience times like this. I deserved to live my life like I was in my early 20’s again after wasting them being severely depressed and unmotivated.

I deserved to heal, and it was time that I allowed myself to heal.

The reality of it all was that I knew I was getting older, and the people that I grew up with were getting older. The reality of it, at least for me, was knowing that I am now at the age that I realize that the only person that will ever make you feel safe is yourself. The only person that you’ll ever feel secure and certain with is yourself. So, why not build up the relationship you should have with yourself?

To reflect back on this year and compare it to 2015 just proves the point that things get better with time. Hardships are going to happen, and it’s going to feel like nothing will ever be right.

Spoiler: The feeling will be temporary.

As we end 2025 and get ready for 2026, I reflect back on the difference in where I was this time last year. It just comes to show that it gets better as the years go on, despite what happens in between.

See you in 2026, letter readers. ❤

The Something Series: 뭔가 다른 것

Day 10: Something Left in the Backburner: A Jamie Monologue.

If you would’ve asked me a year and a half ago if I’d be in Grace’s bedroom getting ready for a rehearsal dinner for my best friend’s wedding, I’d laugh out loud.

I combed my hair to the side, making sure my fringe isn’t in front of my face the entire night. I blinked to adjust my eyes to my glasses, and it wasn’t long after until I heard Grace walk into the room, on the phone with her cousin, Skylar.

“Sky, the more you put that negative energy out there, the more likely they’re gonna happen,” she said as she sits on the bed. I can’t help but look in the mirror at her reflection and smile as she attempts to put on her heels. “Nothing…is… going…to… go wrong–Jamie!” I turned around and walk toward Grace, kneeling on the ground to help her with her shoes. “We’ll see you in a few; don’t try to kill Shawn before the dinner.” She hangs up the phone and tosses it on the bed.

“Still stressing about the dinner, huh?” I said, buckling the last strap of her heel. Grace lets out a deep sigh as her answer, looking down at me. Before getting up from the ground, I look at Grace’s tiny, growing belly; placing my hand over it.

“Between today’s morning sickness and Sky’s panicked calls, I feel like I lived the entire day already,” Grace said, getting off the bed to walk over to her vanity. “I swear I might kill Sky before she’s able to kill Shawn. Have you spoke to Shawn today?”

“I did,” I answered, putting on my tie. “He’s just as nervous as Sky; only difference is he isn’t the one in charge of the rehearsal dinner.” I walked over to Grace, grabbing my bracelet from the vanity to put it on. “How are you feeling, jagiya?” Grace turned around, facing me as she sighed. It’s been a rough first trimester for Grace; not only because of the usual morning sickness and not being able to sleep through most nights, but even getting where we’re at has been a bumpy road.

Grace found out she was pregnant when she was visiting her mom in Italy for this year’s dance production. In true Grace fashion, she didn’t tell me until she got back and she didn’t tell me right away. It took her puking at my law firm’s holiday party to finally get the courage to tell me. It definitely was a rough couple of weeks after we found out, but we both were adamant on the fact that after everything we went through, we were ready to have a baby… even if it wasn’t planned.

“I’m nervous,” Grace admitted as she rested her head on my chest for a moment. I understood how tired she probably was on top of having to be her cousin’s maid of honor. I can relate being Shawn’s best man. “I feel like I’m nervous for Sky. She’s been crazy about this dinner and then with the wedding being tomorrow, she’s been a complete bridezilla.”

“Can you blame her though? She’s getting married,” I said as I rub Grace’s back. She gets off of my chest to look back up at me. I smile at her, just to reassure her that she’s going to be okay. “I know she’s been extra hard on you during this process, but after tomorrow it’ll all be over.”

“Is it bad to say that I can’t wait until she’s married and on her way to her honeymoon?” I couldn’t help but laugh at Grace’s question. I kissed her forehead before walking to the closet to grab her coat.

“Absolutely not, jagiya,” I began to say, placing my hand back on her tiny belly. “You have other things you’re busy working on.” Grace smiles, standing on her tippy toes to gently kiss me on the lips.

“Thank you everyone for coming out to our rehearsal dinner,” Skylar said, standing in front of the room of the banquet hall. “It’s been such a beautiful, chaotic year planning this wedding, and we can’t believe that it’s finally here!” I watched Shawn hold Skylar closer and tighter, shy standing there in front of her friends and family, in addition to his family that flew in from Korea. “Thank you, dad, for being able to come here from California to formally give me away at our wedding. I know how difficult it was to be able to make it here.” Skylar’s father smiles, waving the emotions away as Skylar’s voice cracks. Shawn holds Sky even tighter as she does, and hands her a thing of tissues from his pocket. “And thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Im, for being able to make it here from Korea for both the dinner and wedding.” Skylar looked at Shawn, in which he translated back in Korean for his parents. They finally smile and nod their heads, which was a good sign. “All this wouldn’t have been possible if it wasn’t for our best man and maid of honor, Jamie Kim and Grace Ashmore. It truly means so much to have the two people that introduced us that one summer in California help celebrate Shawn and I’s love.” Grace smiles and blows a kiss at her cousin; I simply smile and put my arm around Grace. “Anyway, enough of the sappy shit, let’s eat and enjoy the rest of the night!” Everyone laughs and claps at Skylar’s speech before they begin to speak among each other.

“Hey, kid,” I hear a man’s voice approach our table. I quickly glanced over, recognizing it as Grace’s parents. I immediately get up from my seat, about to politely bow until Grace grabbed my arm, reminding me that it was okay to not bow for her parents. Grace hugs her parents first as I shake their hands. I still get so nervous being around her parents, even if they have been the most accepting people of me in any relationship I’ve been in. Maybe that was just the difference between Korean parents and American parents. “How are you guys doing?”

“Just waiting for the wedding to be over,” Grace answers and sighs. “Sky’s been driving me crazy.”

“Oh, Uncle Mason told me,” her father continued. “Sky nearly had a heart attack when she couldn’t get the flowers she wanted for the ceremony.” Her father smiled and looked at me. “Has Shawn been a crazy groom?”

“More like a nervous one,” I joked nervously. How can I call Shawn nervous when I’m just as nervous talking to Grace’s parents? Grace definitely can sense just how nervous I am. How many times can I internally say the word nervous–

“We’re happy though,” Grace intervened. “We knew they were perfect for each other the moment she ran off with Shawn on the first night they met.” She looked over to her mother before she spoke. “I heard Sonia is looking after the production for these two weeks you’re in New York.”

“She owes me,” her mother answered, raising an eyebrow. “Plus, she secretly misses being the director; she can barely go a day without calling me about it.” Grace laughed and nodded her head, seeming to agree with her mom. I could tell Grace was still uncomfortable talking to her mother since the start of the pregnancy. I can understand how difficult their relationship has been, and Grace always thinks her mother is thinking negatively about her decisions. She tried to keep things as normal as possible, but it was hard when her mother looked down at Grace’s belly after every sentence said. It was now me that needed to intervene.

“It was nice to see you again, Mr. and Mrs. Ashmore,” I politely said. “If you excuse us, we’re going to check on Skylar and Shawn… wish us luck.” The four of us said our goodbyes for the time being, walking away from getting any deeper in conversation.

“Thank you,” Grace whispers to me as we walk across the room towards the soon-to-be bride and groom.

Jagiya, it’s just for one night,” I said over the phone, taking my coat and putting it in the closet. It hurt me to not have Grace home with me, but I understand why Skylar preferred her bridal party to sleep in her hotel suite tonight. “Before you know it, we’ll be at the wedding dancing on the dancefloor–” Before I could finish my sentence, I hear a loud knock on the door. I shook my head, knowing exactly who it was. “Yes, I know how much you’re looking forward to eating a piece of that wedding cake.” I opened the front door and see Shawn standing there with various bags and a suitcase. He walks in as if he lives here himself. “Shawn just made it to our place; you can tell Sky he’s not a lost puppy in the streets of New York City.” Shawn rolls his eyes as he sets his things down. “I love you too; give agi a kiss for me.” I look at Shawn as I hung up the phone. I can tell he has nothing else on his mind besides this wedding since Shawn would’ve normally said something he thought was witty and funny.

“Tonight was… a lot,” Shawn finally said. I walked into the kitchen and took down two mugs from the cabinet, offering Shawn some hot tea. “Putting my parents in a hotel was more difficult than the Korean Bar Exam.”

“How are they liking New York so far?” I asked, walking over and handing him a mug.

“Oh they love it,” Shawn said, taking a sip from his tea. “They asked me why Sky and I are living in California and not here.”

“Your parents have a point,” I teased, sitting down across from him. “But I understand that Skylar wants to be close to her father.”

“For a man actively battling this cancer, he sure has a sense of humor on him. He did this whole elaborate prank on me when Sky first introduced me. I swear I thought I was going to have to pack my bags and go back to Korea and start over.” I laughed at Shawn’s recollection. I remember that frantic phone call. Shawn quickly changes the subject, which I wasn’t surprised of; it was something he always did when he wanted the attention off of himself. “So, when are you and Grace getting married?”

Ya,” I winced, not wanting to get into this conversation again. “Are we really bringing this topic up on the night before your wedding?”

“My wedding, your wedding; it’s still wedding related.” I give Shawn a look he knows far too well; the ‘I know exactly where this is going to go’ look. Shawn has been asking me this exact question since I came back to New York for Grace. It died down a bit when he was getting ready to properly propose to Skylar. It picked back up the moment she told him that Grace was expecting almost 4 months ago. “Hopefully it’s soon; Sky and I have a running bet to see how long it’ll take you to propose.”

“It’s not as easy as you’re making it.”

“It actually is,” Shawn debated. “I literally did it myself.” I hold the bridge of my nose, letting out a huge sigh. “Kevin married JooAh as soon as he got to Korea after finding out she was pregnant, and they’ve been happily married since. You saw how cute their little family looked at the dinner—”

“Shawn,” I said, trying to get him back on track. “Kevin and JooAh’s relationship is completely different than mine and Grace’s.”

“How? He got her pregnant, he flew back and immediately asked her to marry him,” Shawn crossed his arms along his chest, talking as if he had it all figured out. “If Grace was Korean, you guys would’ve been married with babies running around all around your house—”

“Keyword in that sentence is Korean,” I said, air-quoting the last word. Shawn fails to realize that this is America, and Americans do things differently than what we grew up around back in Korea. Shawn rolls his eyes and shifts in his seat.

Hyung, do you love Grace?”

“Really, Shawn?”

“Well, do you?”

“Of course I love her,” I answered, just to get him off my back with this stupid question. “I wouldn’t have moved across the world to be with her if I didn’t love her—”

“Exactly!” Shawn snapped his fingers as he said. “You love her, so much that you sacrificed your life back in Korea in order to be with her.” I scrunched my eyebrows, really trying to understand where Shawn was going with this.

“It was my decision to come to America,” I emphasized.

Was it?”

“Shawn, I don’t appreciate the way you’re talking about my girlfriend,” I said, trying to get Shawn to stop talking in riddles. “Grace did not force me, or give me an ultimatum to make me come live here with her in America.”

“No, but you sacrificed something in order for you two to be together. Grace…”

Ya,” I sternly said, warning Shawn before he finished his sentence. “Be careful with your words.”

“There’s no doubt that Grace is like a sister to Sky, which means she’s practically my sister-in-law. I say this with nothing but respect, but what has she sacrificed for this relationship?” I leaned forward in my seat, which made Shawn a bit timid. He quickly gathers himself, as if he’s really trying to prove his point.

“She’s literally four months pregnant with our child, Shawn; what more of a sacrifice can she make?” All I can think about is that night after the holiday party; it nearly took me all night to talk to Grace and calm her down. “You fail to realize the first time she was pregnant, things between Grace and I were immensely different.”

“Okay, that’s one thing,” Shawn sat up, gathering his thoughts. “But in the sense of her giving up something in her life for the sake of your relationship, Grace has had everything easily handed to her.” Before I got the chance to get up from my seat, Shawn backtracks his statement. “What I mean is that she didn’t have to leave New York or her family or her job in order to be with you.”

“And you think her agreeing to marriage is her sacrificing something in her life?” I questioned, not believing a word Shawn was saying. “You also fail to realize that Grace would technically be in the same predicament she was when she was engaged to her daughter’s father.”

“So you’re afraid to actually propose to her because you believe she’s gonna say no?” Shawn put together like pieces to a puzzle. “You think that she’s going to say no?”

“I don’t want her to think I want to marry her for the sake of the baby. That’s literally what happened when she had her daughter, Willow.”

“But you said it yourself, you guys are different people now. This time, you both know you love each other.” In a sense, Shawn was right. Grace and I are not the people we were in our late 20s, and the circumstances were different. Now we’re together, with nothing getting in our way being together. Was I afraid to ask her to marry me? Would she say no before saying yes? I sighed, feeling exhausted from this conversation.

“If it eases your mind, I’ll tell you this,” I began to say. “One day, I will ask Grace to marry me. For now, we have other things that need our attention.” Shawn gets up from his seat to walk over to his suitcase, noticeably grabbing a pair of pajamas from the bag.

“I get it,” Shawn said nonchalantly. “The Ashmore women are not like the women we grew up around. They’re independent, spunky, and want to be the ones to make the big decisions.” He turned around with his clothes in hand, facing me. “But you have to go for something that you want instead of letting it become just something in the backburner.” I hate when Shawn was right.

“Let’s just focus on your wedding tomorrow,” I gently said, getting up from the sofa to call it a night. Shawn doesn’t budge; he just continues to look at me before he ultimately sighs.

“The truth is you guys will never be ready. Not for marriage. You both will know when it’s time. That’s how Sky and I got to where we’re at.” Shawn walks to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Of course I want Grace to be my wife. Of course I want to get down on one knee, take the little box out of my pocket and ask her to marry me. Of course I want to be the one standing at the end of the aisle watching Grace walk down in a wedding dress. Of course I not only want our child to have my last name, but I want Grace to officially be ‘Grace Kim’.

The question is if she really wants that, and her answer is what scares me.

Twelve Letters of Lizmas: 2025, y2katalogue: The Tapes

Day 9: Tape #52 – The First Serious Talk of Many.

Milo walks down the very block he did about a week ago; this time without any of the excitement he usually feels. His stomach is in a knot; each footstep forward feels harder to make than the last one. He finally reaches his destination: the treehouse in front of Gwen’s yard.

Milo looks up, hoping to see some movement in the treehouse. He sighs, about to give up and head back around until the front door of Gwen’s house opens. Milo quickly turns around, noticing Gwen’s mother standing there.

Beth: I’m sorry; are you looking for Gwen?

Milo: *nervous* Uhm, uh–

Beth: My husband and I have noticed you walking up and down our street all week and–

Gwen walks up behind her mother.

Gwen: *embarrassed* Mom…

Beth: What? Do you know this young man?

Gwen looks over at Milo; it was the first time Milo has physically seen Gwen since the night in the treehouse.

Gwen: *to Beth* Yes, mom. He’s… a friend from school.

Beth and Gwen look back at Milo, who is now awkwardly standing in the middle of their yard.

Gwen opens the door of her bedroom and walks in, letting Milo follow behind her. She doesn’t say anything to him; she simply goes to the corner of her room where a window stoop-now-seat is with a munch of books piling up. Milo stands in the middle of her room, observing her.

Milo: That’s surely a lot of books to read for the first day of summer break.

Gwen: It’s for AP English; they gave us a reading list of books to finish before the school year starts.

Milo: That’s… a lot.

Gwen: I’ll manage.

Gwen turns her back on Milo, flipping through the various pages of books. Milo slowly walks closer to Gwen, watching her every move. He notices her side eyeing him as he gets closer. He slowly sits next to Gwen, facing her as she skims.

Gwen: *not looking up* I doubt you’re here to help me read these books…

Milo: You haven’t been on AIM in days.

Gwen’s head shoots up to look at Milo; she doesn’t say anything.

Gwen: I don’t feel like IMing anybody–

Milo: That’s completely fine, but I’m not just anybody.

Gwen shuts her book hard, making a thud sound against its pages.

Milo: How are you doing?

Gwen: *crosses her arms along her chest* That’s a stupid question.

Milo: It probably is, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to know.

Gwen: I’m fine, Milo…

Milo: *stern* Stop it.

Milo and Gwen stare at each other for a moment before Gwen looks away; preferable trying to hold back her tears.

Milo: I already told you, I’m not going anywhere.

Gwen: Milo–

Milo: And I meant it.

Gwen doesn’t say anything else; she just looks at Milo as he speaks.

Milo: Mr. Harrison petitioned to remove me from the dual major program.

Gwen: *shocked* What?

Milo: He hounded at the fact that I missed the dual major and strings performance and said I wasn’t fit to be in the program.

Gwen sighs as her face softens.

Gwen: Because you came over here… I’m so sorry–

Milo: You did nothing wrong.

Gwen: *confused* You missed the show because of me.

Milo: You think I care more about a stupid program than you?

Gwen: *concerned* Milo, you worked hard to be in the dual majors program. You earned your spot and for Mr. Harrison to petition you be removed is not fair–

Milo: You matter more, Gwen.

Milo pauses before he speaks again.

Milo: You and… the baby matter more.

Gwen doesn’t say anything back. She watches Milo gently put his hand on top of hers, slightly squeezing it for reassurance.

Gwen: *softly* How are you so… calm about this?

Milo: Believe me, I’m screaming inside; but one of us has to be the one to make sure the other is alright. I rather be that one.

Gwen smiles before she lets out a deep sigh.

Gwen: *worried* Milo… we have to make a decision about this.

Milo looks at Gwen, a bit confused.

Milo: A decision?

Gwen: We’re only 15. We’ve just finished freshman year of high school. You have to deal with the dual major issue, I have tons of work for these AP courses, you have your band, I have my extracurricular activities–

Milo: What are you trying to say?

Gwen: *dumbfounded* What do you mean ‘what am I trying to say’?!

Milo: You’ve said nothing but the obvious things, Gwen–

Gwen: *annoyed* The obvious things are the obvious reasons we can’t keep it.

Milo freezes in place, not knowing how to respond.

Milo: Is that what you want to do?

Gwen: *impatient* You want me to make the decision?

Milo: It’s your body, Gwen. I don’t have a say what you should do with your body–

Gwen: This isn’t just my baby–

Milo: *annoyed* Would it matter what I say in this situation though?

Gwen gets up from where she’s sitting and walks to her desk. Milo sighs, getting up to follow Gwen.

Milo: This is… all new to me, Gwen. Having any say in a decision like this feels wrong only because it sounds like you’ve already made up your mind.

Gwen: Made up my mind?

Milo: You don’t want to keep the baby.

Gwen scrunches her eyebrows, hearing Milo finally saying the taboo thing out loud.

Gwen: Do you also not want to keep it?

Milo: Gwen, I can’t make that decision for you–

Gwen: *stern* Convince me why we shouldn’t keep it then.

Milo looks at Gwen, not understanding where she is going with this.

Milo: You just said the obvious reasons why we shouldn’t–

Gwen: But I’m not convinced.

Milo’s eyes widen, finally piecing together the true nature of this serious talk.

Milo: You… want to keep the baby?

Gwen doesn’t say anything right away; she ponders her answer before speaking. She finally turns her chair to face Milo.

Gwen: I know it’s not the right decision… but… getting rid of it also doesn’t feel right either. What if this is a sign?

Milo: A sign?

Gwen: What if I don’t get the chance to have a baby when I get older? What if this baby happened for a reason?

Milo: Gwen, you’re talking in riddles now.

Gwen: *sighs* What if this baby happened because this is the only chance I’ll ever have to have a baby? It’s like… the universe is telling me it had to happen now because I won’t be able to do it in the future?

Milo takes a moment to understand what Gwen is trying to say. He hates hearing her talk about her life as if it’s ending, but understands why she views it in such way. He understands why she’s viewing this in the same way as well.

Gwen: But… I can’t make this decision alone, Milo. I can’t make this decision knowing that you don’t want the same thing.

Before Milo has time to think and come up with an answer, Gwen’s mother knocks on the bedroom door before entering. The two teens separate from each other, creating some distance before her mother sees them.

Beth: Dinner’s ready if you both want to come down and eat.

Gwen looks at Milo and puts a smile on her face.

Gwen: Would you like to stay for dinner, Milo?

Milo takes a moment to answer. He sees just how scared Gwen is, and how hard she is trying to hide it from the outside world. In this moment, he feels the need to protect not only her, but their baby as well.

Milo: Sure.

Gwen gets up from her seat and begins to walk out of her bedroom door. Milo follows, closing her door behind them.

Twelve Letters of Lizmas: 2025, Voiceless Rant: The Series

Day 8: A Voiceless Rant, 2025 Edition.

Another year, another post to just throw out some random thoughts on a screen and label it as a rant. Yes, if you haven’t guessed it already by the title, this is the 2025 edition of:

I feel like the older I get, the less inclined I am to actually express myself (personally) in my blog writing. Sure, we have Overexposed as a series, but I find myself very much enjoying having the ability to share what I want to share versus what I don’t. This doesn’t mean I’m not a writer anymore, it just means that my inspiration and my focus is more on the stories I write, telling the stories of the different characters that live in my brain for most of the day.

The most I’ve shared about myself was my OCD diagnosis, which is something that I chose to share for the sake of being transparent and authentic with myself. Like I previously spoke about, it’s been a challenge understanding how this diagnosis looks like on me, and in the process of learning and being more aware of my rituals, compulsions, and rumination, it’s very apparent that all of those are mental for me. I learned a lot about myself in this journey, not even realizing that the inner voice in my head that never shuts up is a OCD symptom. Needless to say, this is something that I am still learning about, all while “unlearning” the techniques and mechanisms, disguised as OCD.

I was worried that this new diagnosis would mentally put me in the place I was in when I first started therapy, and using my anxiety diagnosis as the bible to explain why I was the way I was. It hindered my progress, and it really wasn’t until a couple of years later that I figured out how anxiety looked on me. In an ironic way, it’s my OCD fearing that because of this new diagnosis, I will treat it as a crutch as I did with previous diagnosis’. I know it’s a ridiculous thought, but it feels real, and OCD strives on thoughts that feel real. I am (still) learning that every thought is just a thought, whether or not it’s fake or real. I am (also still) learning that not everything I struggle with is stemmed with OCD, and that things that are currently happening and real need to be processed correctly. In a nutshell, my belief that emotional processing will cause me to spiral out of control was an OCD thought that developed through a traumatic experience.

One of my compulsions is hair pulling. Not only does it stress me out that I do it and know that it’s a body repetitive focused behavior, but I have trained my brain that pulling my hair allows my mind to escape the real situations and real emotions I am currently going through. For me, it’s dealing with the “mental changes” from young adulthood to adulthood, battling with themes and feelings that are very new in this body.

As I write this, I am trying to be more discipline with myself. Knowing myself, I am trying to quit cold turkey with hair pulling. I’ve tried looking at it in a different perspective, replacing the behavior with something similar; everything. After many discussions with different professionals about my hair pulling, I am at the stage where I’ve gained awareness of the behavior, but have not strictly stopped myself from doing the behavior. While it’s not ideal to quit turkey since this is a behavior, not a habit, I am trying to control the situation by visibly seeing this huge STOP sign in my mind when I find myself wanting to pull, or mindlessly pull. So far, it’s been going well with some moments of me looking at my hair and pulling and going, “oh shit, you’re doing it again.”

I have tons of goals for myself entering 2026 related to this. So far, I have not cut my hair short out of impulse, and I’ve been letting my eyebrows grow (again) after they burned off with bleach.

Oh, what makes this attempt to grow out your hair and eyebrows any different than the last couple of times?” I wasn’t aware that even this thought was OCD driven.

What makes this time different is now I have the resources needed to at least try something different. I am able to take note of the places and time of day when I am prone to pulling my hair. I am able to take a step back and think what truly is the underlying issue causing these urges to pull.

Of course, there’s always a chance I will need to revise my plan, and be okay knowing the fact that it may not work. There’s always a chance I will pull and not know how to get myself out of it. There’s always a chance that the guilt and shame of relapsing will drive my need to continue to pull. There’s always a chance that this time may be like the other times in the past. But, at least I can say that I tried, and am actively trying to break the cycle.