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The Stranger I Met on the Luas Became My Biggest Addiction
I met him on the Green Line Luas on a wet Tuesday evening, the kind of Dublin rain that doesn’t fall so much as hang around you. I was standing near the…
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We Shared a Hotel Room but Never Crossed the Line
I still think about that night in Dublin whenever someone says love is only proven by what you do. Sometimes love is proven by what you refuse to do.It happened six years…
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My Ex Invited Me to Her Wedding in Cork
The invitation arrived on a Tuesday, which felt rude in its ordinariness. I was eating toast over the sink in my flat in Rathmines, late for work and pretending not to be,…
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She Left Ireland Without Telling Me She Was Pregnant
I met her outside Grogan’s on a wet Friday evening, the kind of Dublin rain that doesn’t fall so much as hang in the air and quietly ruin your hair. I was…
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The Girl I Met at Electric Picnic, and the Life I Came Home To
I met her on the Saturday evening at Electric Picnic, in that strange golden hour when the fields look softer than they really are and everyone seems briefly convinced that life can…
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I Said Yes Because I Was More Afraid of Silence Than of a Bad Marriage
I used to think marrying the wrong person meant there had to be some terrible warning sign I ignored. A secret life, a cruel streak, a betrayal everyone else could see coming.…
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He Said It Was Only One Night, But It Changed All of Us
I used to think betrayal would arrive loudly. I imagined slammed doors, lipstick on a collar, some dramatic proof left behind by accident. In the end, it came to me in a…
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Our Meet up Turned Into Twenty Years of Regret
I was twenty-six when I met her, on a wet Thursday night in Dublin, the kind of night when the city looks like it has been varnished. The pavements shone under taxi…
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The Woman I Met at a Galway Pub Never Left My Mind
I met her in Galway on a wet Thursday evening, the kind of evening that makes every pub window look like a small rescue. I had gone west from Dublin after a…
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I Lost myself on beach and Lost My Heart Too
I was twenty-two when I met Maeve, old enough to pretend I understood myself and young enough to confuse longing with destiny. I had moved to Dublin for a job I was…