It’s a story I could not tell before, my tongue tied by a delicate bow of velvet grief So smooth against my heart for the last decade that I hardly noticed the crack in it as much, the bow covering my entire heart, crack and all. That I almost forgot. Reminded only and often by […]
I think this is the end. This is not how I pictured it. In fact, I had never pictured it and, perhaps, this is why my heart is churning in shock, agitated by the rip-out process. Your silence is killing me, your indifference clear as day, snuffing out the fire you so expertly lit. […]
It’s funny how an ending is never as beautiful as a beginning, when the credits begin to roll and the farewell music kicks in, the beginning is full of smiles, laughter and hope and the ending reeks of charred hope, dashed dreams and inexplicable feelings. The motors purr as the descent into the earth begins, […]
The love letters are hidden away, placed neatly in a drawer that is hardly ever opened. Shut away in that dark space, never to see the light of day… just like the heart you so callously discarded out of that window of that moving car you call your soul. And you mumbled out a half-hearted […]
Do not be careless. Frailty, propped up by hope, and that wish for some fairy tale ending, suggests that one handle with care and if you cannot do this, for this person, for you, then let them go. I fear, though, it may be too late…
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Let’s say a guy named Fred is attracted to a woman named Martha. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each…
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