Like it or not, four years ago I thought I had my last first kiss and now I hope like hell that I was wrong and I didn’t.
Like it or not, I thought you were the one, but no one who loves me as much as I want to be loved would treat me the way you treated me, would they?
Like it or not, I have to do this all over again with someone else, and every man I meet I am going to compare to you, and I’m going to wish you just could have been different…just … Read the rest
I heard that they tried as hard as they could but he just couldn’t let go of the past.
I heard that they tried as hard as they could but she was too insecure and jealous.
I heard it took them too long to figure out that no matter how much you love someone and want to make it work, life isn’t fair, and love is never enough.
This was written in response to Maya Stein’s Tri-Writing prompt: In 3 lines, start a rumor.
You should have taught us about debt and why we shouldn’t start using credit cards upon graduating high school when all those offers come in the mail, you should have taught us how and why it’s so important to vote in local elections, you should have at the very least taught us how to change a fucking tire.
You should have taught us to save more money and why it’s important to take better care of our teeth, how to file our taxes, and choose insurance without being swindled; you shouldn’t have sent us out into the world until we … Read the rest
Mix one part of staying home from work with taking two small naps and laying on the couch all day eating candy and junk food.
Blend well with exactly one gallon of tears and approximately 50 text messages to your best friend, without much comfort returned despite her trying, and then stir in a viewing of Bridget Jones’s Diary because she makes you feel better about yourself and more hopeful for life in general.
Apply liberally to the skin as often as necessary, take extra time to rub harder on the places where you’ll miss his touch the most – … Read the rest
The way you call me “babe”, the way you kiss the tip of my nose, how your left arm is always extended across the bed for me to curl into your side, how you hold me so my face is pressed into your chest and one of my hands rests between your naked thighs, how you rub my back so slow and gentle, how I feel so completely at peace in your arms in this bed.
How I don’t have to ask for you to take out the garbage or get the coffee pot ready for tomorrow, how you never … Read the rest
