Back at the beginning of December, I had an inkling that I wasn't myself. I was angrier than normal and more easily irritated. I was annoyed with everyone and felt awful. I hated everything. I didn't want to get out of bed and I didn't care if I hurt people. It was the worst feeling I have dealt with in years. Once I fully felt the heaviness of my ( Read more... )

The way the snow falls here is hypnotic. It mutes every harsh orange streetlight into something romantic, straight out of some foreign love film. The snow sparkles more than I've seen in any other city, and looks more inviting, which makes it hard to resist a classic snow romp ( Read more... )

E!To make a long story short, there it is. I have all the right reasons to not say it but sometimes I feel like I'm just trying to justify being a coward. I wish I ultimately knew the right thing to do- to say. Isn't that one of the ever present problems? Wanting to say the right thing and not finding the words ( Read more... )

When I figure it out, I'll be sure to inform you. And if you know, could you please share?

Thanks.

I still stand very firmly by my decision as I have never been introduced to emotions like this with anyone else. I don't feel that things would be any better had I not brought the whole facade crashing down. I believe very strongly that I would not know the type of happiness I know now if I hadn't taken that leap. So why does seeing her with him ( Read more... )

It's quite funny how the silliest little thing will trigger memories or feelings. Like, how the smell of Big Red gum still makes me sick to my stomach because of a greasy ex who was a frequent chewer. Or how the taste of white wine takes me right back to London, right back to the chic little restaurant, pretending I drank white wine all the time. ( Read more... )

He's going to propose to her this weekend. He can't do it with the family there because the military keeps jerking him around so, slightly regrettably, he's going to take her to dinner and ask her to spend the rest of her life with him ( Read more... )

Damn, he's intoxicating. I am so head over heels for him and the way he makes me feel that it makes me speechless. I keep trying to find the words to convey even the tiniest bit how much I care about him, and nothing comes to me. But I could fill rooms with the feelings I'm consumed with at just the mention of his name or a picture of his face ( Read more... )

I thought I could do this, because it seemed like the best of both worlds. Now I don't know if I can keep doing this for much longer ( Read more... )

For the first time in my life, I feel my age. Not too young, in ruffled socks and pigtails to match an outfit my mother picked out; Not too old, in a lumpy sweater vest hiding the signs of aging that I've failed to fight off. I've found Momma Bear's porridge and could never have imagined it would be this wonderful ( Read more... )