I bought my first car today. The guy who sold me my car was spitting image of the guy I was love with for 7 years... the huge, intense piercing deep blue eyes, thin lips, high cheekbones, dirty brown hair that framed his face, the big manly arms, the clothes, the gait, the mannerisms. He was beautiful. It was Erik, standing there talking cars and ( Read more... )

So you never really had those feelings for me? I asked him.

Silent pause. Well I guess... I took advantage of the situation. Listen, he paused again. It's hard to have feelings for someone who already has a boyfriend. So, yeah, I had no motive. Just had fun.

Ton of bricks. My head. THUD. My heart. Small crack.

He continued. Anyways, you did this. You ( Read more... )

God, it's been so long since I've used Livejournal that everything has changed. I started using this thing back in 2001 when I was 18 (sweet mother!), but been off of it for the past 2.5 years.

Just a quick post in case anyone really cares about my life. I've officially been out of medical school for a little over month, though I finished my credits ( Read more... )

The guilt ate at my soul the other night. He was the only one I could talk to, since he was the only one who knew.

Nothing really happened, you know, he said.

I know, but something did sort of happen.

Just leave it alone. You're never going to see me again.

That's not the point, I retorted. The point is that it wasn't right.

He wasn't a lot of comfort ( Read more... )

Saying goodbye has never been something I've been able to digest well... especially when knowing that this goodbye *may* be forever. Once, I said goodbye to the love of my life, expecting to see him again within a few months, or at worst, the next year.  A week later he received his orders from the military to be stationed across the world. He ( Read more... )

I used to wonder how people could seriously screw up. When posed with a moral dilemma, the solution always seemed so clear and easy to me: choose the less fucked up of the two choices. Of course, I had grown up in a religious background and right and wrong was always black and white... which sort of led me to become a bit judgmental. I guess ( Read more... )

His skin was like dark chocolate. Smooth dark chocolate that ran against my caramel colored one in an ambitious hue of brownness. Like silk he slid smoothly between my fingers, the masculine ripples of sinew moving in juxtaposition with my womanly curves. He knew how to hold me, in his big arms that seemed to all but swallow me. His hands knew what ( Read more... )