Yeah, who am I? I’ve evolved so much I’ve forgotten to ask this question. There’s been a lot going on that I really don’t have that much time to stop and think. I’ve wanted to blog since I knew about it, but I’ve never really gone through the process of knowing what I want to… Continue reading Who Am I?
She sits at the corner of the coffee shop, looking at the passersby, hoping to see someone familiar in the sea of faces. She wonders about the boy she loved from afar, wondering if he changed as much as she did. Ten years is a long time, a lot has changed. They’ve moved twice, gained… Continue reading Part 6 – Coffee
“Hate to say I told you so. But I told you so. What now?”, her sister asked. She stared at the letter in disbelief. “I don’t know.” “Hey, you just broke up with the other guy, can you at least pretend to be sad about it? And wipe that stupid smile on your face. You look… Continue reading Part 5 – Chances
Years ago I was playing guitar at the talent show in school. I didn’t want to go, because I didn’t think I was good enough to play, but our teacher threatened to fail me if I didn’t do it. I was a nervous wreck, so I closed my eyes. I felt the words as I… Continue reading Part 4 – Confessions
“Hey, sorry, forgot my keys. Just saw your boyfriend’s car around the corner,” my sister said. “Oh, hi there! I was wondering who’s car that was out front. Good to see you.” She said with a smile. He smiles and nods at her. She was always so nice to him. Sometimes I wonder if she… Continue reading Part 3 – Timing
He saw the book on the table. Primal Fear. Hmmm. Weird book for her, thought she was like the romantic novel types. “You reading this? Didn’t know you were a psycho.” He smiled. Gotta relax, he thought. Is it really hot here? I’m sweating like a pig. Whew. You got this man, you got this.… Continue reading Part 2 – Music
every love story has a beginning
Choose to be who you want to be.
First posts should be about introductions. This isn’t one. My husband and I have been fighting for three days now. That’s a record. Usually our fights end up with me laughing and just forgetting about it. Today it’s getting worse. I got mad because of schedule. I got pissed because I wasted my time waiting… Continue reading Hell Week
brainfarts and inkblots 