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 … Continue reading but loving him was red.

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the past thirteen months.

A few weeks ago, my dad asked me, "Do you still have your blog?" I answered with a strong "yes", but then found myself explaining (aka making excuses) that while I have a blog, it's not necessarily something that I would classify it as an active blog. And for those of you who have read … Continue reading the past thirteen months.

i’m not in kansas, that’s the one thing I know for sure.

For the past two weeks, I've been telling myself to Just blog it out.  That used to always make you feel better.  But the truth is, I've stared at this screen many nights trying to do just that and absolutely nothing comes out.  There's no image of motivation, or song lyric for inspiration.  No title … Continue reading i’m not in kansas, that’s the one thing I know for sure.

and i can’t remember life before his name.

No, it was perfect because finally, here he was. The guy who wouldn't let me get away with anything. I always thought of that as the moment you can into focus. Like, "Oh, there you were." Life has been busy for me.  Between internship and grad school, there's been homework and babysitting.  But despite the … Continue reading and i can’t remember life before his name.

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

all those times we looked up at the sky, looking out so far. we felt like we could fly…

I used to call myself a dreamer.  There really was no better way to describe who I was.  I used to spend my days reminiscing about past memories- and all those regrets in my childhood- and daydreaming about what the future held for me.    I haven't done much dreaming lately.  In fact, for the past year- maybe … Continue reading all those times we looked up at the sky, looking out so far. we felt like we could fly…

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