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The Girl Who Loved Me Without Ever Saying It
I met Niamh in the queue outside a tiny café near Dublin Castle, both of us pretending the rain was only a passing thing when it had clearly settled in for the…
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The Night I Gave Back His Key
I kept his key on my ring for eleven months after he left. It was a small brass thing, warmer in colour than the others, cut for a red door in Stoneybatter…
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Give Me 100
He said it outside The Long Hall on a wet Thursday evening, with rain shining on the red paint of the pub and the buses hissing past like tired animals. “Give me…
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The Night I Learned Love Could Wait at Connolly Station
I used to think love announced itself with certainty. A look across a room, a hand reached out at exactly the right moment, music rising somewhere in the background. By thirty-nine, I…
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Sometimes the Right Goodbye Is the Greatest Act of Love
I met Niamh on a wet Tuesday evening outside Whelan’s, both of us pretending we didn’t mind the rain while waiting for the same late friend. She had a yellow scarf, the…
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Our Story Began With Attraction but Ended With Respect
I met Niamh on a wet Thursday evening outside Whelan’s, both of us pretending the rain was not getting through our coats. She was laughing at something her friend had said, head…
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The Person I Loved Most Never Loved Me Back
I met Clara on a wet Tuesday outside the Lighthouse Cinema in Smithfield, both of us standing under the same narrow awning, pretending the rain would give up before we did. She…
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I Lost My Marriage One Small Lie at a Time
The first lie was so small I hardly noticed it leaving my mouth. Aoife asked me if I had paid the electricity bill, and I said yes while buttering toast in our…
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She Walked Out Without Taking Anything Except My Peace
She left on a Tuesday morning, which felt almost insulting because Tuesdays are too ordinary for endings. There was no thunder, no smashed glass, no dramatic shouting that neighbours in our Portobello…
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The One Person I Could Never Forget Was Never Mine
I met Niamh on a wet Tuesday evening outside the Abbey Theatre, when the rain was coming down sideways and everyone on Abbey Street seemed to be personally offended by the weather.…