“I misss youuuu,” I whine as I roll over in my bed, sliding on my new red satin sheets that he finds ridiculous because I’m not a porn star and because sparks of static electricity dance on his long, leg hairs when he turns over.
“I know, I know,” he dismisses.
I know that he misses me [...]
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Halfway Through
Posted in Love, tagged distance, Heartache, Love, relationships on September 30, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
About Love
Posted in Life, Love, Writing, tagged heart, Heartache, Love, movie, Stardust on August 31, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Sometimes, OK no… Usually, lines in a movie or song or book are on my mind. Some people have the capacity to say it just right.
From Stardust (movie not book; although book was still better):
“You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn’t true. I know a lot about love. I’ve seen [...]
The Simplicity of Love
Posted in Love, tagged Love, relationships, simplicity, strange on August 27, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
“Do you love me?” I prod.
“Yes, yes of course I do,” he answers.
After a question like that, he usually either hugs me or looks at me funny because he knows I’m a little strange at times.
“Are you surrrre?” I continue.
“Yessssssss,” he sighs.
Getting impatient now, I realize it’s time to turn on the charm and give [...]
A Little Scar
Posted in Life, Love, tagged Heartache, Indifference, Love on August 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
“I’m indifferent at worst.”
Before the man I’m with now, I had “dated” a few other men. In my own wierd ways, I “fell” for them all. I attached myself to them, idealized them, forgave them for unforgivable acts, regretted everthing until they came crawling back and promised me the world, and after that, I regretted [...]
Pixie
Posted in Love, tagged childhood, Motherhood on August 19, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I cut off her hair.
Now she is my pixie.
She twirls on the sidewalk;
Like Maria, singing
“The sidewalk is alive
With the sound of
Traaa-fiiiic…”
She delights in her green shoes.
She revels in her tiny, healthy body.
She squeals, “Running SHOOOES!” as she gallops,
Then stops to pick up a straw.
Diligently, patiently feeding straw through
Holes in a park bench.
Then, “Running ‘gain, Mommy [...]
Freshman Revisited: Don’t Throw me Beads
Posted in Life, Love, Uncategorized, tagged Crush, Mardi Gras, Naive, New Orleans, Young on August 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Revisiting my freshman year of college in my mind brought me to a startling scene of a girl jolted into the transition into a woman. I had fun during that first Mardi Gras, the one with Renee and the giggling, despite disappointments over the discovery of my crush’s girlfriend, a girl he had only mentioned [...]
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