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 … Continue reading 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.
I thought it was a feeling. I thought it felt like love. But what did I know about love? The feeling I had been so unfamiliar, completely raw and bittersweet, so I thought it was felt like love...based on what other people described it as feeling like. I really believed that I loved him; however, I sit here … Continue reading “…then she stopped thinking…only feeling.”
Having a few hours to myself this morning before another volunteer shift (no complaints), I am watching Closer. I haven't seen this movie in a few years, and while it may or may not be a critics' choice- even amidst the star-studded cast- I fancy it. Even though I'm half-watching it as I work- yes, work- I am … Continue reading hello, stranger.
I have this habit, or perhaps it's best to be called a quirk. See, I love love love hearing other people's love stories. I love hearing how they met. I love hearing how nervous they were before their first date. I love hearing how they knew the other was "The One" for them. I love … Continue reading i used to think one day we’d tell the story of us. how we met and the sparks flew instantly. and people would say, “they’re the lucky ones”.
I've been sitting on the concept for this post for the past three days. On Friday night, at the end of a 3-hour phone call with my Libby (one of my best friends since college who currently resides in Atlanta), I found myself immediately captivated with an unforeseen thought as our conversation led to a … Continue reading what if..i’m not what you think… i am?
Yes, that's me. My little brother, Nick, and me at the beach when we were 2 years old and 4 years old, respectively. We're pretty stinkin' cute, if I can say so myself. I love him so much! He was actually such a terror at that age, if you couldn't grasp that from the photo. … Continue reading you know what i don’t know. maybe there’s something wrong with me. because its not natural, its not womanly, maybe i am cold and heartless and dead inside.