“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 [...]
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 [...]
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3 Women Who Blog RSS Feed- poem of the past. February 13, 2009Love that surreal is never meant to last.
- Indeed it is February 7, 2009It is a waste alright. I, too, have been begged to keep writing. There is an analogy that Steven Covey likes to use. No, I don’t typically quote Steven Covey, but this is particularly apropos. You have a vase, three big rocks, and a bunch of pebbles. If you put all the pebbles in, and then [...]
- How wasteful January 31, 2009I promise to write more. I hope my two other women will too. Let's just get this shit out, even if no one reads it.
- Lost Time December 1, 2008This past month has been lost time. Time spent reading the Twilight series, hanging on Alan’s couch, restless sleep, drinking beer and most of all revaluating the “big picture”. Who am I and what am I doing here kind of shit. The 9-5 wasn’t working for me anyway. I’d scratch my head at the obvious questions [...]
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