Status Updates From Dear Maya: A novel

,,Something was admiring in the way she slept, something that made me feel like I was intruding just by breathing in the same room.”

,,That was the thing about Maya, she didn’t need big declarations or grand gestures. She just needed someone to notice the little things, and I noticed all of them.”

She looked away, retreating behind her coffee. I didn’t press. There were walls she’d built long before I met her, and I’d learned to admire their architecture without trying to tear them down.

But more than any of that, the feeling in my chest when I’m with you is unlike anything I have ever felt. That feeling alone convinces me you were real.