She sat in the rain, so no one could see her tears. Staring up at the sky she cursed him. No one had commissioned him to be the one to break her heart. But he did it anyway and he did it perfectly
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Sunday, December 15, 2013
Wreath
I placed the green wreath detailed with gold and red over the door. It was the finishing touch to our decorations. Our first Christmas decorations together. We gazed at our house, leaning against each other. As I was lost in the thought of how happy we were, I felt the baby kick. For the first time.
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Saturday, December 14, 2013
Entirety
The bottle of wine sits there, calling my name. I’m exhausted, too many thoughts, too many things to do. It’s cold and gloomy outside just making it all more appealing. But I know that once I pick that bottle up, there is nothing stopping me from finishing it in it’s entirety.
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Friday, September 28, 2012
When Fate Says "Go"
Time is something I will never be able to fully
grasp. There are days that seem to fly
by and then those that seem to be lasting forever. Funny how it’s the days we want to last
forever that seem the shortest, yet the moments and memories feel endless when
we look back. I think about the people I
see everyday that have become pieces of my life. The ones I would begin to feel off if they weren't there. And then the ones who
show up for only a couple of months or years but leave such a big mark. I can’t help but wonder why they didn't stay
longer or I didn't find them earlier. I
never used to understand what people meant when they said life flies by. But now I’m starting to understand it. Time is an interesting little thing. Sometimes it’s your best friend while other
times it’s your enemy. Time can rip us
apart or hold us together. But there is
no trend that it follows. It just
follows along and pops in when fate says “go”.
In life nothing seems consistent.
People come and go events happen and stories are written, all the while
time is there. Sometimes it’s hiding and
letting everything unfold while sometimes it gets right smack in the middle of
everything so visible and unavoidable we want to scream at it to go away. As much as I hate to say it, time always
finds a way to be right. Even when it’s
hardest to accept it, it always does the right thing in the end, I think. But I never seem to fully realize it until
later when time has allowed me to mull it all over again and again and again.
Time is a love-hate relationship. And
it’s taught me that life is too short to postpone anything.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
In This Place
I
like to look back. I like to remember
what it was like before I entered this place.
Before, it felt as if I was wandering around, sleep walking through my
life. The people were the same, the
places were the same. I had those I could
call my friends, but they were just a number.
It’s clear now what true friendship is.
I found a group that I can call my own.
My family away from home. I’m
slowly building a home here too. When I came
to this place, I wasn’t sure if I should settle. I like to second guess things, doubt them to
test their credibility. But it didn’t
take long. It didn’t take long for any
doubts to disappear. This is where I am
meant to be. I woke up. I woke up and discovered that there was so
much more to life than what I was living.
No more pretending, no more walls.
I discovered myself and found out I liked her. And other people liked her too. So I took off the covers and wore my own
skin. I’ve learned a lot in just one
year. I’ve made mistakes and I’ve
claimed my place. No more re-reading the
past, no more resisting the future. I am
content. Right here, in this place. Holding the hands of people I have come to
love. I am never letting go of
them. We like to live, be goofy, laugh
loudly and just be us together. I am
lucky. And I will be forever grateful for
that, and never forget it. Growing up
isn’t easy and I know that I am nowhere near ready to do it but I know that I can
do it. And I know that I won’t have to
do it alone. If there is one thing that I
have learned to be true, it’s that everything happens for a reason. And somehow, someway, we might just figure it
out.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Being Certain
When
I was ten years old, I ran around chasing fireflies, carrying rocks in my
pockets, "playing pretend" and never really knowing what time it was. Sometimes I miss walking around in plastic
heels, one of my mother’s bridesmaid dresses falling off my shoulder. Sometimes I miss sprinting away from boys
because they had cooties, skipping rope and singing about imaginary things that
never disappeared. Sometimes I miss chocolate
chip pancakes every Saturday morning. Sometimes
I miss waking up when the sun rose, and walking barefoot through the morning
dewy grass. Sometimes I miss story time
right before bed, curled up on my parent’s big bed, reading story after
story. Sometimes I miss watching the
stars at night, making pictures in the sky.
Sometimes I miss dreaming of becoming things we were naïve enough to
believe. Sometimes I miss making stories
out of anything from clothespins to ornaments on the Christmas tree. Sometimes I miss being the girl everyone was
envious of. Sometimes I miss only being
afraid of those summer thunderstorms at night.
Sometimes I miss being certain despite living in a world of uncertainty. A decade later, it’s amazing how things
change. I run around chasing time,
carrying hopes and regrets in my pockets, playing “grownup” and never really
knowing how much time is left.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Those Two Words
I’ve
been thinking a lot about goodbyes lately.
How some require just the right timing or just the right words. Others, you dread for days and days not knowing if it could be forever. But distance, it’s a dangerous thing. Two blocks, ten minutes, six hours, three
years. No matter how far you are, you
are never exactly where you want to be.
Goodbyes are tricky because they say a lot about the future. Sometimes they mean “see you soon” or “I love
you but I have to go now” or “it was nice meeting you” or “good luck” or “I
never want to see you again”. And
sometimes goodbyes come so fast you don’t have time to prepare, while others you plan it and make it perfect saying everything you need to say, walking away
feeling satisfied instead of lonely.
When you say goodbye and watch the other person fade into the distance,
you’re left with the question, “will I see you again?” Because really you are never going to know
for sure. Knowing that puts a lot of
meaning into that farewell. There are so
many words you could use: goodbye, bye, see you later, adios, farewell, au
revoir. But there is so much more than
just the letters. There’s feeling and
emotion behind them, trying to represent what they truly mean. Can you really say it all when the moment
comes? I guess the truth is goodbyes
can’t get rid of missing someone all the time.
You just have to trust that they understand what those last words meant. Those two words that could be the last you
say to them. You have to hope they feel
everything you are giving them when you shout, utter, whisper it,
“Goodbye.”
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