Friday, May 29, 2015
Sunday, May 3, 2015
You’re in love with two people who aren’t
really there.
One left and so you made him your ghost. You
still talk to him after all this time. You know it’s not really him. Who
cares who he is now? Who cares who you thought he was then? He cheers you on from the sidelines, he watches you quietly. He’s proud of who you’ve become, he tells you that all the time. He's why you've become who you've become. He’s someone who’d be there if he could. It's not sad anymore. It just is.
The other man you love is
close to coming for you. You know that he loves you. You think
that you love him, too. You thought so the second you met him. But it’s almost
been a year since that moment, so what’s taking him so long? He’s scared, you think. That’s okay, you tell yourself. I
understand being scared. You
feel the inevitability of him, like seasons changing. You remember how his hand held yours the last time you slept in his bed.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Monday, July 14, 2014
Right Choices Wrong People
You have permission to take an eraser to the past two years.
You sucked the blood from that stone. You don’t have to be haunted
anymore.
So yes, choose to fall madly in love. The next time, go in
with your eyes open. Do it with the right person.
You will go visit a rock star while he’s on the road in North Carolina. Yes, you’re young (ish), so having romantic adventures is the right thing to do. He’s not the right person to do it with. He has problems you've known too well. The similarities frighten you.
Wait four months.
Something good is coming your way.
Something good is coming your way.
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Sunday, February 9, 2014
I still have the kind of anxiety about him as I do panic about my
curling iron. I will be at a meeting and then I’ll
have a sudden flash of my house burning down. Did I turn it off? I
left it on, didn’t I? No, it’s off, I remember turning it off. About him, it
will be the middle of the night and I’ll wake up with, what if I had done
that one thing different? Did I really have the say that?
For the record, I
have never returned home to my things in flames. And no, I didn’t really have
to say that.
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