I smile at the thought of you. I know that I’ve only seen you three times in my entire life but… you still make me smile. The first night when I saw you, you called me beautiful, telling me it wasn’t fair. I don’t know if you meant it or not, or if you were
Read more →Why do I still miss you? I knew that you would never leave your wife for me, and told you that I would never ask you to do that. We were both married, and I didnt ever want to hurt either of our children. I believe our love was real. I just don’t know why
Read more →If you are reading this, you most likely are not having the time of your life. You could be bored at work or fighting the urge to let your head roll back and pass out in lecture. You could also be thoroughly enjoying a private pity party because your romantic situation sucks and reading all
Read more →We were sitting in the car and you had to ask that question. Of all questions. It no longer was in my hands, but now you have taken all control away by letting the words slip from your lips. “Are you a lesbian?” They echo in my head as I feel shock course through my
Read more →M- It’s been so long since “us” that I can barely remember the feeling of your arm wrapped tightly around my waist, or the taste of your lips after we got trapped in the rain. My memories fade more and more each day. What was the name of your aftershave that I loved so dearly?
Read more →We started reading Alfred, Lord Tennyson in my British Literature class. He’s definitely one of the more interesting poets we’ve read. He formed a very close friendship with a man named Arthur Hallam when they were at Trinity College together. Hallam believed in Tennyson when no one else did, launched his career, and though his
Read more →Dear You, I’m not angry anymore. I’m not angry that you stopped texting me, stopped talking to me after class, and embarrassed me. I’m not angry that you didn’t think I deserved an explanation for why we wouldn’t see each other anymore. I’m not angry at you, really. I just miss you. I will never
Read more →I wrote this in my journal, but stumbled across this site and figured it would be a good place to share it. Dear you, I can’t wait to meet you. I’ve been waiting on you for a long time. I feel like I kind of know you already though, in a weird way. I can
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