Our Story Began With a Lie
Our story began on a wet Thursday night outside Whelan’s, with my fringe stuck to my forehead and my pride somewhere around my ankles. I was twenty-nine, recently dumped, and pretending to…
The One Person I Never Expected to Miss
I thought the person I would miss most was Niamh. That seemed obvious. We had lived together in a small flat off Harold’s Cross Road where the kitchen window never closed properly…
The Wedding I Cancelled Two Days Before
Two days before my wedding, I was standing in the alterations room of a small bridal shop off South William Street, watching a woman pin the hem of my dress, when I…
She Loved My Potential More Than Me
I met Aoife on a wet Thursday in Rathmines, the kind of evening where the rain doesn’t fall so much as hang in the air and make everyone look a bit defeated.…
The Conversation That Ended Everything
I knew it was over before he said the sentence. It was in the way he took off his coat and kept it folded over his arm, like he had no intention…
I Fell in Love With Someone I Could Never Have
I met her on a wet Tuesday evening in Dublin, the kind of rain that does not fall so much as hang in the air and make everyone look like they are…
I Fell in Love With Someone I Could Never Have
I met him on a wet Tuesday in Dublin, the kind of evening when the city looks like it has been painted in reflections. I was sheltering under the awning outside George’s…
The Ring Stayed in My Pocket for Five Years
I bought the ring on a wet Thursday afternoon off Grafton Street, with my lunch break running over and my hands shaking so badly the jeweller asked if I wanted a glass…
He Never Read the Letter I Wrote
I wrote the letter on a wet Tuesday in Dublin, sitting upstairs in Bewley’s with a coffee gone cold and my coat still damp across my knees. It was the kind of…
Our Last Date Was Meant to Be the First of Many
I met Cian because I was late, which is not a romantic thing to admit, but it is true. I was running for the 46A outside St Stephen’s Green, one shoe half…