May #18

Remember when 

I used to cry

during Grey's Anatomy

because I thought I was Addison?

Or Meredith?

Or sometimes both?

And remember when

each new week, each new episode,

always related to my life?

And sometimes -

since that was a while ago now -

when I still lived with my parents -

I would sit on the couch and squirm

as they talked about sex

 you weren't supposed to be having,

parents you weren't supposed 

to lie to,

friends you were supposed to like

instead of want to strangle.

I remember.

I don't cry now,

and I haven't watched a new episode in months,

but sometimes still I ache

for Meredith Grey.