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On him.
How do I explain the way that he captivates me and holds my attention? How do I put into words the way that he makes me feel? With his hair curling in multiple directions away from his face and his soft eyes crinkling at the edges of his face, I have a heart full of love for this dark-haired dude. He's mine and there's nothing else that I want ( Read more... ) -
On life changes.
Here we are, June 20th of 2014, and preparing to move into our future place together. Most people in our lives don't know (too embarrassed to tell certain parents; too sensitive about how certain social groups will take it), but we're painting and renovating and getting everything ready. I wanted to move in on June 29th; I wanted it to be our ( Read more... ) -
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It had been a long day. I was wearing my gym clothes from earlier that afternoon and I was sleepy. I stepped into the shower first, letting the hot water splash against my skin. He followed me moments later and we stood under the warm stream and we held each other. When we let go, he stepped back and I smiled at him. His dark hair was jet ( Read more... ) -
On remembering things not to remember.
It should have been an ordinary day. It started out like any other. I made scrambled eggs with coconut oil and spinach. I fed Aria a raw meat chicken patty. I got dressed and brushed my teeth.
I remembered the bathroom with its awful purple paint. I always wanted to paint it a different color.I packed up my lunch for the day. Chicken tenders ( Read more... ) -
On getting caught.
We were sitting at one end of the table for his family's Easter dinner. I'd already been introduced to everyone and we'd all filled our plates with turkey, ham, potatoes, squash and other assorted sides ( Read more... ) -
On a state of flux.
Highs 'n lows. Highs 'n lows ( Read more... ) -
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It's Saturday night, sometime around midnight, and I'm leaning against the kitchen counter at Greg's house ( Read more... ) -
On imperfect and incomplete.
Words won't come easy tonight. 72 hours of throwing up and bathroom visits and headaches and nausea don't make for a coherent sorter of thoughts and writer of words. Aria sleeps at the foot of my bed, snoring a little cat-like snore, and I know she is content that I am home tonight ( Read more... ) -
On learning to love.
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return ( Read more... ) -
On oscillating.
And sometimes, I have days like today where I don't know what to think or feel or say or do. I am questioning things that don't need to be questioned. I am probing things that shouldn't be probed. I am push-pull-pushing because I am asking questions that don't have good answers and even if I come up with 'good' answers, I won't be satisfied; nay ( Read more... )