Andrew The Ex added me on Facebook the other day. I know it seems petty, catty, and probably some other adjective with a double t, but I was irked to see that friend request. Why "befriend" me on Facebook now? Why do it at all? It's been two years. What's with this peace gesture? It's a little late for peace, isn't it? I liked him so much better as ( Read more... )

I want to be single. I am always in love, always committed to somebody, and I like those brief moments in between when I'm accountable to nobody but myself. Those are the moments when the ideas come, the tingling sense of possibility, the curiosity about new things. Those are the moments when I write ( Read more... )

I wonder why it still bothers me when I run into the PL: Wes' nickname for anyone from my "Past Life." The PL refers to all of the people I became involved with through my relationship with Andrew. The partiers, the lacrosse players, the hippie girls. It hurts me to run into them.

But then, their version of happiness never fully squared with mine. ( Read more... )

TODAY'S OPINIONS

I believe shameless trend-following is contradictory to what fashion means, I think people who believe in God are naive but those who don't are narrow-minded, I think truth is entirely subjective and dependent upon its effectiveness in a person's life, I think battles should be carefully picked and rarely fought. I have complete ( Read more... )

Good God, I have nothing to say.

I'll take this as a good sign.

I wouldn't trade this Wes business for anything on earth. It's been a year and a handful of months and we are in life's rhythm, but still. Still he rolls over and says, "Grace?" and I wait.

"I love you," he breathes and keeps snoring. I lean down and rest my lips on his ear, walk my fingers along his cheek.

"Promise you'll always remember?" he ( Read more... )

It's hard to imagine my life before Wes, and even harder to imagine how I could have been in love with and made love to people other than Wes. Who were those strangers I held at night and told that I loved? Stranger to me now than any other acquaintance I've met in passing? And who was I ( Read more... )

Love is brutal.

I don't know how my heart can keep breaking over a dead relationship. I don't know why it keeps breaking over a dead relationship when I'm in a beautiful and real and very much alive relationship with somebody else.

"Hologram" by Katie Herzig.

I'm gonna let you down
Gonna toss you around
Gonna make you want everything you haven't found
I'm gonna hold your hand
Then ask you to stand
Ten feet away

Oh it's just like you said
I live in my headI'm saving up all that I have 'til I'm dead ( Read more... )

THINGS THAT I LOVE

I love fall. I love the way dried leaves sound when they blow across the pavement, and the way the sun hits windshields and falls across fields when it sets. I love the color yellow, unexpected rainstorms, and the way my boyfriend smells when he sleeps. I love white brick and red brick. I love cleaning my room and organizing my ( Read more... )