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오늘 밤, 어딘가에서
누군가 이미 적어 두었습니다
여기 있는 비밀은 모두, 달리 내려놓을 곳이 없던 사람이 쓴 것입니다. 이름도, 프로필도, 계정도 붙어 있지 않습니다. 하나 읽고, 촛불을 켜 주고, 놓아 주세요.
My wife thinks I quit smoking in 2011. I did, in the house, in the car, everywhere she might smell it. But once a month I drive to a lookout an hour away, smoke exactly one cigarette, and watch the lights come on across the valley. It isn't the nicotine. It's the fifteen minutes of being a man accountable to no one, the last small room where I answer to nobody, and then I drive home and am hers again.— 어딘가의 낯선 사람
Widowed is what my grandmother called herself for sixty years. Abandoned is what she was. In 1953 she paid for a headstone with no body under it so her children could visit a grave instead of a question. I found the receipt. I still rake the leaves off his empty grave every October, because she wanted it kept.— 어딘가의 낯선 사람
The man who fired me in 1994, who made a whole meeting laugh at my expense, sends me a Christmas card every year now. Retired, lonely, forgetting things. I could ignore it. Instead I send one back with a photo of my garden. He has no idea I lay awake for years plotting elegant revenges I never had the nerve for. It turns out the revenge was outliving my hatred of him. I signed this year's card, warmly.— 어딘가의 낯선 사람
Four months after Dad died, the funeral home told me about a second urn, prepaid, standing instructions, his name on the account for forty years. His brother. Dead in 1977, kept in a closet because their mother wouldn't have him in the family plot. I buried them together at dawn with the groundskeeper's help. The plot holds two now. Only the grass and I know.— 어딘가의 낯선 사람
Almost is a place. We were almost in 1979, again in 1994, and once more, dangerously, in 2011. Some couples get a song. We got a schedule of near misses. Lately I catch myself doing the math on the next one. My door sticks. I have oiled it.— 어딘가의 낯선 사람
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다 쓰면 비밀을 하나 쓰세요. 익명으로 날아가고, 밤이 읽기 두 번을 더 줍니다.
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낯선 사람의 비밀이 마음에 남으면 촛불을 켜 주세요. 누군가 붙잡아 주었다는 걸 그 사람이 알게 됩니다.
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여기 다른 글은 모두 낯선 사람을 위해 씁니다. 미래의 나에게 쓰는 편지는 그 반대입니다. 내가 고른 날까지 봉인되고, 그동안 고쳐 쓸 수 없으며, 나 말고는 아무도 읽지 않습니다.
대부분은 미뤄 온 말을 봉인합니다 — 자기 자신에게.
지금쯤이면 이 일 때문에 무너졌을 거라고 확신했었지. 그러지 않았어. 아직도 못 하고 있는 그 말, 누군가에게 하러 가.
공개된 몇 편
사람들이 실제로 쓰는 것
Both families disapproved, so we eloped — different everything, the kind of match people bet against. Forty years later, at his father's deathbed, the old man who'd refused to attend our wedding gripped my hand and said 'you were right, I was wrong, thank you for loving my son.' I never told my husband his father said it. He died believing his dad never came around. But I know. And on our anniversary I toast a man who hated me and lived long enough to be grateful, and I toast him alone, and I keep the peace.
고백 · 익명My wife's ex sends flowers to her mother every Mother's Day, still, and her mother loves it, and I've decided you can be outmaneuvered by a man who understood which relationship actually mattered.
무거운 이야기 · 익명We were high school sweethearts who married and divorced and I remarried and she didn't, and my second wife is wonderful and I love her truly, and last month my first wife was hospitalized and I sat by her bed for a week and my second wife let me, understood, and I held the hand of the girl I married at nineteen while she slept, and I've decided the human heart is a house with more rooms than we're told, and that loving my second wife and loving the memory of my first are not a betrayal but a floor plan, and that I'm lucky, unbearably lucky, to have loved two women that much in one short life.
고백 · 익명We met at a hospice where both our fathers were dying, in a hallway at 3am, and fell in love over vending machine coffee amid so much death, and people think it's morbid and it's the opposite, we found the most life either of us had ever felt in the place where life was ending, and I've never known how to explain that grief and love came through the exact same door.
고백 · 익명My addiction cost me the years my kids were small, and I can't get those back, no amount of sobriety un-erases a childhood a father slept through. But my daughter had a baby this spring and asked me — me — to be the one there in the daytime while she works. I hold my granddaughter every afternoon in the exact chair I was too drunk to hold her mother in. I know it's a second chance I did nothing to deserve. I've decided the only honest response to undeserved grace is to show up, sober, every single day, and I do.
작은 빛 · 익명A nurse held my hand while they told me and then her shift ended and she was gone, and I never got her name, and I've donated to that hospital every year in honor of 'the nurse who stayed,' and they've stopped asking me to be specific, and she'll never know she's a line in my will.
무거운 이야기 · 익명