There are certain moments in life that every girl dreams about. Moments that she's been taught to hope for through the fairy tales before bed time. She became a hopeless romantic at a young age. Then that little girl grew up. Her heart was given to a boy who casually tossed it aside and forgot about it. Scarred and confused, the girl picked up the  ( Read more... )

January 29th. It's been three years. I didn't even realize it until halfway through my day. I wrote the date down and suddenly the 2008 turned into 2005 and I was sitting in the back of Mr Nikonchuk's room again and the world seemed to be moving on without me in it. I feel really guilty that I didn't realize what day it was earlier on. But he knows ( Read more... )

Here's another letter to you, big brother. Another letter that will never quite reach you. But I'll write anyways.

Well Matty, things have been...interesting. School is great, although its already busy. Friends are good. Boyfriend is great. Family is good. Life is pretty good.

But it still doesn't feel right.

I need that void filled in my life, the ( Read more... )

My heart beats for you.

 happiest girl in the world right now

The wind rustles the leaves around her, scattering them throughout the cemetary. It makes her shiver and she wraps her scratchy wool scarf tighter around her. She looks around the hill again just to make sure no one is around. She is embarrassed to be doing this, ashamed to still be missing him after so long. Slowly she kneels down on the ( Read more... )

And what would you think of me now? So lucky, so strong, so proud...I never said thank you for that

It's thanksgiving. so this is me saying thank you. I don't know how to though. Because a few of the people I would like to say thank you to, well, that's kinda impossible. I don't know how to express it. I want to show it. I want to do something for ( Read more... )

A bare mattress was lying flat on the floor. There was no furniture in the room and hardly anything personal to say who the room belonged to. There was one poster on the wall, a single poster. A Phish poster. The closet door was open just enough to make the mess of clothes visible. A guitar was lying in the middle of the room. I was too young to ( Read more... )

Sometimes what you're looking for is right where you left it.

Happy 24th Birthday Matty
Miss you and love you big cuz