Hello love,
We sure did go through a lot in our 13 months together. The courting stage, spending every moment together. You driving 30 minutes across town to spend a few hours with me, only to drive home and get a few hours sleep before you had to work. The unsure feeling if we should be [...]
Archive for the ‘Love’ Category
Posted in Blogroll, I Miss You, Love, Memories, Unrequited, What Is, What Is Not on Tuesday 5 f 2007 | 1 Comment »
~T~
Posted in I Miss You, Love, Memories, What Is Not on Saturday 26 f 2007 | 1 Comment »
I wonder now how often you think of us. If the bruises have faded enough that touching the memory of our time together brings you something sweeter than the end – something like the applause you got in a restaurant at two am when you proposed a toast to me to the entire dining [...]
~S~
Posted in I Miss You, Love, Memories, What Is Not, You Hurt Me on Wednesday 16 f 2007 | 2 Comments »
I will begin this letter by saying I will always be grateful that faced with me on your lap, threatening to do all manner of delicious things to you while my boyfriend (and your ex-boyfriend) pounded on the door, you chose to tell me that you would like that. For someone as painfully self [...]
A Letter Out of Time
Posted in I Miss You, Love, Unrequited on Wednesday 16 f 2007 | 4 Comments »
Dear Friend Who Would Have Been More,
I can’t believe this should come as surprise. It should have never been a surprise. It’s not like it wasn’t obvious…painfully so. But then, perhaps the pain was just mine. That’s how these things go, I’m told…unrequited, unreturned, unreciprocated, unacknowledged. Unloved. So many uns, for a [...]
Silence and Stillness
Posted in I Miss You, Love, Memories, Unrequited, What Is, What Is Not, You Hurt Me on Friday 11 f 2007 | 2 Comments »
Dear You,
I have been hiding in my solitude and silence these many years past; slipping away into the oblivion within. For all my love of words, too often they have failed to give expression to the feeling raging through my heart…
I guess now is one of those times.
There’s music playing mournfully in the background here; [...]




