Asians Ex Diary — [new]

Exes are supposed to fade into a blur of bad haircuts and unreturned hoodies. But you show up in the way I check my shoes at the door. In how I haggle at the wet market without guilt. In the way I finally learned to say “I love you” in my own mother tongue — because you asked, once, “Why do you always say it in English?”

Last night, I found an old receipt from that Thai grocery store we used to go to. The one where your mom would buy frozen pandan leaves and I’d get shrimp paste in a jar that looked like it survived a war. You used to joke, “Our love is inter-Asian — same trauma, different dialects.” asians ex diary

I laughed then. I don’t now.