Where do I start?
It shouldn’t be this hard to write about my daddy who passed away August 28th 2011.
There is so much I want to tell you besides
I love and miss you.
I just can’t find the right words to put on paper.
My mind goes blank.
The anxiety sets…
I want to say it was a Friday when I met you. Completely by accident, I was with a dear friend under the bleachers on the walkway. She was telling me how I looked earlier that day when the swing I was on broke in midair. We laughed about how…
As I remain outside working on my writing, sitting on my front steps facing highway 36, I undertake consideration of all the automobiles crossing back and forth.
I glance up from point to present, speculating if you’ve run by, maybe you sought my course without recognizing me remaining.
You are from my previous.
We never belonged to, we just hooked up.
I rough, we were buddies.
Why am I granting you to play me in the manner you proceed?
In my former and declaration, you disappeared saying nothing.
I’ve permitted you to infiltrate back every stage.
As I get ready for bed, my mind ponders.
The noise of the vehicles passing on the highway quiets down fading away, letting my mind take over.
I have lived in regret for a long, long time.
Letting the “ONE” get away from not telling him how I felt killed…
I am turning 21! I was legally the age to travel bars to buy beer. The old woman working the pub understood I was of age then. I was traveling since about 15. She realized I wasn’t she created this notice I laughed! …
How can I miss someone if I appear not to know them?
It’s strange he is the one and only man who can create my anxiety vanish.
Just by a basic text.
Can draw a laugh to me when I am suffering a terrible day.
The course he advises me…
I carried out to squat down. The terms would flow out like melted butter on a homemade cookie. I could generate three or four blunt stories in 10 minutes. What’s awry with my commander. I glare at the edges in my diary and phrases run out, but nothing goes together…
You are a rare find that came into my life.
See, my favorite sea shell is a Sand Dollar, but not the whole ones that people say are rare.
It’s the ones that are broken, I can piece the broken parts together making it the rarest one ever.
Being broken from a…