but loving him was red.

Let's play a little game.  I'll say a word and you say the first word that comes to your mind. Ready... RED. Now some of you may say words such as "apple", "wine", or "shoes". Others may say "roses", "hearts" or "lipsticks". Me, and Taylor Swift, we would say "Love".  Love is Red.  Red is Love.  Love …

all of these lines across my face, tell you the story of who i am.

When you're twenty-nine years old and only beginning your first relationship, people tend to ask, "Why?" to defend that there is nothing wrong with you.  But they might as well save their breath, because there actually is something wrong with you.  I mean how is it that you can be mere months away from a milestone …

if i can love again… and jennifer aniston can love again… so can you…

Every now and then, I'm reminded of a post I wrote about a year and a half ago.  It's a post that many have thanked me for writing because it comforted them to know that someone else had experienced the same loss, pain, and heartbreak as they have.  The post is called, Regrets and mistakes, they're …

ten years later.

A lot can happen in ten years.  For some people, they can fall in love... become engaged... get married... and have a baby.  For others, they may study abroad and only come back to The States every other Christmas.  Then there are those who enroll law school or med school and lose track of time (and their social …

love & anxiety: two things that i know a little and a lot about, respectively.

The following post was written for the blog, Peace & Penguins,and tackles the topic of Love & Anxiety- which are two things that I know little and a lot about, respectively. When Alisha asked me to write a guest blog post on Love & Anxiety for Peace & Penguins, I thought that it would be an easy …

breathe and trust. silence those fears.

As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe   It's interesting how a new guy can make you realize the doubts and insecurities you have.  It may take a few days, call it the new crush honeymoon period if you will, but then all of a sudden …

another one bites the dust.

In my last post, I wrote, "This past year (with guys) has been interesting, yet disappointing."  There have been no truer words spoken by yours truly than these.  Beginning with an escapade last winter, my life has been composed of "Nice to meet you" introductions at the bar to "You are a really good person, …

the sun goes down, the stars come out. and all that counts is here and now. my universe will never be the same. i’m glad you came.

Tonight, for the first time in at least a year, I got off my Brown Line stop and headed down Diversey to the apartment at roughly a decent hour for a weekday night.  (Around 6 pm, I believe.)  Actually, after getting off the train and heading home- with a detour through Trader Joe's first- I wondered,Wait, did I make …

dear twenty-eight and single,

I'm not going to sugarcoat it like everyone else seems to do.  I'm not going to tell you that you should celebrate the life that lays ahead of you.  The freedom that is granted to you, and the infinite opportunities at your fingertips.  Nope, I won't go there because I know, firsthand, how difficult it is …

and now we meet on a street, and i am blind. i cannot find the heart i gave you. sometimes what we think we really want we don’t. sometimes what we think we love we don’t.

As I sit in the bedroom of my childhood and adolescent days, I am nearly haunted by the ghosts of crushes past.  Gosh, how many boys did I go to bed thinking about in this room?  Well, if we could middle school then it may get a little tricky.  So scratch that, and let's only …