Relationships

Random Encounters

It slammed into me, this entangled mystery, a few days ago. I’ve wrestled with its myriad implications, yet can’t quite grasp onto it; atleast not entirely. Yeah, and certainly the true significance of …it… still escapes me. Oh, and scares me. Yip. As well puts the old BS meter on hi-alert. I just can not […]

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Twas A Fine Romance

“What do you do when the one person you want comfort from the most is the one who caused your pain? How can I want so desperately for him to wrap me up in his arms but also want so much for him to leave me alone.” ― Amanda Grace, But I Love Him Mom, […]

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More Of The Same

I promised I would Mom, so here goes. Last night I was awoken at 1am by a Mr.Blue.Eyes text. For someone who hates texting he certainly utilizes it quite often as his primary means of communication. So after more back and forth, and after being up till around 3am tossing and turning, feeling rather tired […]

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On Pruning the Dead And Departed

“She was convinced that women were as often victims of themselves as they were of men.” ― John Irving, A Widow for One Year      Well Mom, I’ve decided to write you everyday this week. At least that’s the plan. I’m so bad at this part of a break-up – moving on. I have this obsessive […]

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Words Or Deeds?

Oh Mom, this guys’ had me all in knots all weekend, now its Monday morning and maybe I’ve recovered my senses. Maybe it was some elaborate test I’d unconsciously devised? Well, regardless, I finally came to terms with the truth. After looking at the whole picture, the one thing I could not deny is that […]

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Yeah, Me Too

Why is it that some men just can’t deal with their emotions, and why on earth do I attract them like flies? Tell me that Mom. Why? So Mr.Blue.Eyes leaves his phone at my place the other night, and so I leave early for work the next morning to drop it off, and he’s not […]

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What Does Forgiveness Mean?

Sitting here this morning before I have to get ready for work, and trying to find some inspiration, something to write about. Go back into the kitchen, get my coffee, and as I’m waiting for the Keurig to brew me a cupa, I glance over at the photo I placed behind my little coffee station. […]

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