| there are still moments in life when an unexpected occurrence brings back a sudden memory of you--
i stop. i stare. i remember and the pain inundates me again.
how is it that nearly two years later, i still remember like it was yesterday? i thought that time healed all wounds but i am learning that this might be a permanent ache. a casualty of love to constantly live remembering the past, i suppose. |
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| i used to say that i couldn’t be tamed. who would have thought that it would take the one who didn’t want to change me to tame me; he’s worth every delicious moment shacked up at home. |
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| she knows that it exists but didn't know if it could exist for her, again. |
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| she felt like the world's ragdoll; a plaything; a comfort item to be used until worn beyond repair.
please do not string me along.
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| “what do you want me to say?” he asked.
“i don’t know,” she replied.
she knows that life sometimes makes the choices for you and
she didn’t want him to ask her to stay or tell her to leave. it wasn’t what she wanted him to say rather
than what she really wanted him to do: read her mind.
lately, she was in a state of flux—a little frustrated, a
tad happy, a bit sad, and much ambivalence towards her fate. all she wanted was something that she could
never say aloud: to be babied.
most days she was fine but at just that one moment she
wanted to collapse under the stress and into the arms of a man, to be held and
told that everything would work itself out.
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