Closure. This is ultimately the one thing that people seek following a break-up. Others may want their favorite sweatshirt back, or perhaps a hot new fling, but most who have ever gotten their heart broken in the history of broken hearts will confirm that closure is the ideal parting gift. Now I can't quite say that "Cleveland" and I have … Continue reading living alone, here in this place. i think of you, and i’m not afraid.
I'm just going to say it. I'm going to tell to tell you how it is. How it's always been. Like rapid spitfire, here are the facts of my life. My love life- or lack thereof. Like a game of 21 questions, I'll give my answers- without any questions being asked. Okay, here it goes: I had my first "boyfriend" within … Continue reading late at night i toss and turn and dream of what i need. i need a hero. i’m holding out for a hero ’til the morning light.
I told him I was trouble. (I'm really not.) I said it to him- more than once- because I felt like I had to. Between the words he said and the way he looked at me, I knew I had to give him every reason to walk away. More for his sake than mine. Actually, if we're … Continue reading i’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. i make mistakes, i am out of control and at times hard to handle.
For three seconds, you believe. When you see the word "gorgeous" in his text or hear him speak the word "beautiful" over the line, there's a three-second delay before the skepticism sets in. For those three seconds, you are worry-free. There are no doubts; no fears. Whatever happened prior to those words entertaining your mindset is gone. … Continue reading when you don’t know what to believe in, just believe.
With no intentions to write about last night's dream, I'm now finding it impossible not to since it's been on my mind All. Day. Long. Yes, one of those that really stings the heart and cannot be forgotten with a little coffee therapy. In fact, if I remember correctly, I woke up startled last night … Continue reading sometimes moving on with the rest of your life starts with goodbye.
Like clockwork, when I haven't been thinking about him, my first love/heartbreak, Mars, will find a way to pop into my mind. Last night he crept into my dream, which caused me to give him a few moments of my time this morning as I struggled to wake up. However, unlike many yesterdays that came … Continue reading and now and then I get to wonderin’…what would have happen if we never met…
I toyed with the idea of calling this post Oops...I did it again but decided to go in a different direction. However, I will elaborate on yesterday's antics just a bit and explain the whole 'Oops... I did it again' and how it contributes to where my napping-all-day mind is right now. In short, yesterday consisted of … Continue reading i can go out every night of the week, can go home with anybody i meet. but it’s just a temporary high. (cause when I close my eyes i’m somewhere with you.)
"Don't be afraid to fall in love. It's the only thing that matters in life. Fall in love with as many things as possible. Fall in love over & over & over because in the end that's all that really matters." This line from Country Strong is notably one of my most favorite lines ever- for obvious … Continue reading i should steal you away. in the middle of the night, come take your heart.
Everyone has an opinion, and everyone- especially our own mother- feel the need to share their thoughts with you over and over again. When you're twenty-seven years old like me, you've heard the "If it was me..." and "Remember everything happens for a reason" speeches so many times that you've grown accustomed to tuning them out even before those 'words of wisdom' are … Continue reading when you throw your hands up in the air and say, ‘i don’t care anymore’ that’s when things happen.
I woke up thinking about him the other morning. "Him" being that boy that I used to wake up every morning thinking about, not to mention fall asleep thinking about and waking in the middle of the night, tossing and turning, trying not to think about him. From what I remember, he appeared in my dream … Continue reading regrets and mistakes, they’re memories made. who would have known how bittersweet this would taste.