I think it's been about five years, and people still ask about you. I think it's been five years because I don't count. I've never counted. I try not think about it at all. When I do try to talk about you, I never know where to begin. The first time I saw you and... Continue Reading →
Birthday to You.
I hate planning birthdays. I just hate it. I don't like the stress of having to plan a whole party and make sure it goes well when all I want to do is relax and have fun. I worry if everyone has enough ice. I don't like the fact that half the people who RSVP... Continue Reading →
He isn't the type to show up in your doorway, and that's a good thing. When I watch the wrong movie and the man tells the woman he respects her for her tenacity and strength, and that he wants her to be successful because she's earned it, I cry; he doesn't come. When the janitor... Continue Reading →