One of my most meaningful possessions is a notebook my mother wrote for me in the early 90’s. In it, page after page, she expresses her story in the hopes that as I grow up, I will be able to have more understanding and acceptance of what has happened in life. Each entry, she reminds…
This morning I was awoken by the sound of shuffling papers. “I’m used to this noise,” I thought to myself. I smiled and tried to go back to sleep, but the shuffling continued. It was about 7:30 AM, and I just stared out my window hoping the noise would fade so I could get to…
The most difficult part of this whole heartbreak process has been the act of letting go of what I once thought I had/would get. It’s not that I think I won’t find love again. It’s knowing I won’t have that love with N like I wanted. Regardless of what happens in the future between us,…
Yesterday, while I was on a walk, I saw an older gentleman who had to be in his seventies, walking his small dog along the same sidewalk I was on. I had my headphones in, gently removed one to allow me to hear if he engaged in conversation, and simply passed saying “Excuse me, little…
The day I packed up all of the photographs, gifts, trinkets and pieces of paper N gave and left for me, I did it out of haste. I woke up feeling wretched (not to be confused with “ratchet,” which, if you ask me, should have never become mainstream) and I simply wanted to rid myself…
Let me start off by saying that yesterday did not start off on the right foot. I woke up hours before my alarm was to go off all due to a dream about N. Once again, he managed to capture my attention in my sleep. Why, oh why, can I not escape this man? Even…
Well, here it is. My very first blog post on WordPress. Whenever I thought to myself, “I should start a blog and write,” so many words came to mind. Naturally, as I type, those words escape me, and I am left to wonder if what I am actually typing at this very moment will suffice…
