Tag Archives: First Love
The Older I Get, The Less I Know. Turning 25. Love. Dear Abby. A Fairytale, Brothers Grimm Style. A Little Sarcasm. Some Humor. A Reference to James Joyce. All In All, I Hope An Interesting Read. I Think That Sums It Up.
Caution: In a piece to make James Joyce proud, I’ve realized that the older I get, the less I know. And because it’s 2:56AM and my head is killing me and I really need to go to bed right now, … Continue reading
Unexpected She wasn’t expecting him. She had given that up long before. She had stopped hoping to see a text, a missed call, a note, a letter, an email—any sign he still existed in a world apart from hers. She … Continue reading
This Was The End 1914 It was a strange feeling—to look upon a loved one and watch as he slowly and painfully slipped away. A hopeless, empty, tight feeling. A feeling she would hate to remember but could never forget. … Continue reading
A Moment The moment I saw her, the moment my eyes lit upon her face—the familiar slant of her eyes, the turn of her nose, the pout in her lips—I knew her, could picture every inch of her, feel her … Continue reading
Cut, and Cut Again The basement was cold. Loud. Lit by the fluorescent lights that highlighted her pink cheeks and drunk eyes. She hadn’t wanted to come, hadn’t planned to stay. She had told him she’d be back in an … Continue reading