It's been a long time since I haven't been tired. Tired is real life, I think ( Read more... )

Sometimes I think that maybe I should write to you. Sometimes I think I should take the chance, and say, I love you. That I swore to myself all those years ago that I didn't know what love was, but anyway, I'm almost thirty and think of you almost every day. But what if you didn't even respond? What if it didn't even matter ( Read more... )

Dearest ( Read more... )

I bet your boys will be beautiful ( Read more... )

The sink was filthy; he hadn't washed it in six weeks, well months, really. It used to gross her out, but she didn't say anything because she loved him so damn much. He knew that of course, somewhere. Not anywhere recently, of course. Her toothbrush was still there, bristles upturned. It was a feminine blue, the rubbery gum scrubber on the ( Read more... )

My love ( Read more... )

Christmas again ( Read more... )

Thanksgiving - again ( Read more... )

As ever, things change. It's been ten days and still no word - I don't deserve it. My celebrations and stress are inside and all over Annie. That isn't where they belong. My dreams are starting to frighten me - they are starting to remind me that he is so far from settling - that I know peace only rolled up with him. I can not fathom why he hasn ( Read more... )

There's a distant feeling, that's keeping us nearer ( Read more... )