Right now, I am jonesing for her. I’ll even take a small fight… as long as it goes into the night… where I’ll make sure we both win. Maybe just a little lack of appreciation in the kitchen. That’ll set me off, but it’s workable. I’ll choose to love...
A blindfold, a body marker, a few hours on a rainy afternoon, and you. That’s all I need. I wanna write poetry. Down your back, around your waist, along your inner thighs. That’ll be Chapter 1… (Drop by the next time it’s raining. Bring your supplies. I...
She wouldn’t. Maybe she couldn’t. Either way, she didn’t. Why should you give her love how she needs it (as a woman) When she wouldn’t, couldn’t, didn’t give you love how you needed it (as a man)? Neither one is wrong. They’re both exactly right. But maybe you should...
I would go through the breakup again a thousand timesAs long as we get back together
If there was ever one good reason to stay, it would be to dance. We never did that. We should’ve. That would’ve saved us.
Love.Boundlessly, brilliantly, beautiful in the beginning.Then bogged down by negative feelings.Then the breakup.Then the beginning shows up again.But it’s too late, the beginning again at the end.Love gets wasted.
I’m proud of the struggle. It was legit. To love, to learn, to learn to love, you. I ended up facedown in the dirt. But I was in the arena and I had fought hard.
The space between us now hurts more than the frustration between us then when we were in the same home.
It’s the first full day without her.The four day move out marathon ended yesterday.I’ve been busy since then cleaning up after her… and wiping her very existence off anything in the house. (I might be pissy. Sorry. Not sorry.) My new vacuum cleaner...
In the living room, she lingered…I totally saw it happening… frame by frame.It was the most real two seconds of my entire day.Every brain cell fired.My heart rate surely doubled.I think I held my breath.“Are we really here?” I thought.And then she did it...
