Tag: love
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I cooked for him so he could cheat on me
A memory It is 1995, and it’s picture day. The senior-year me has just been officially captured by camera, and I walk down the steps of the school auditorium, happy to be out of class and wondering how my photo looks. Sitting in one of the auditorium seats is Brian. I have been friends with…
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Oh, did you actually want me to listen to what you were saying?
Character traits I love: – Genuine interest and care for my well being. This includes bringing me into a conversation, asking me how my client meeting went or if my rough day got any better. – Hugs and other forms of affection (yes, I will accept the back rub you offer me.) – Little things you…
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I took a tumble for you, dear
Stairs are no object in this twisted game as heel slips off concrete Let’s call it an accident Dog leash wraps around ankles and calves Canines out of harm’s way and you are, too. It’s not my fault – I was tied up, don’t you see? If I tumble we all fall down. Hollow threats but…
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Strip-poker summer
In honor of Nanowrimo, (or perhaps to keep myself from cheating and using old material) I am publishing some short stories I wrote in college. Let me repeat: I wrote in college. Apologies in advance. I still remember the first time I ever pondered the concept of a one night stand. April called to tell…
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Swindler of time
“Is it too soon?” he asked, and the look on his face was genuine but about 5 minutes too late. “Too soon for what?” she retorted, and she rolled her eyes. “Too soon for you to break my heart? Yes, I suppose it is.” “Then I’ll be back,” he promised.
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Day One without you
Even Italian coffee doesn’t warm this heart today because I drink it alone He is in the next room but he is not you He is a tea-drinker, may not be a perfect fit but I refuse to let myself think of coffee mugs yours and mine, together on shelf in our new home or the smell…
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In 5 years (or more) I will not know you
You will merely be a distant memory during a bleak time a mistake of the heart, a trick of the mind someone whose job was to tempt fate and twist me around and around until my soul fell down. In 5 years or more I will not remember the pain the heart knows how to build…
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Getting drunk after Grandma’s funeral and other life lessons
Lessons I have learned in my lifetime (thus far): – Sometimes “bite me” is the best response. – If you don’t have anything nice to say, sometimes that’s the best time to talk. – Kisses are not contracts and presents are not promises (read that in a poem in high school; it stuck.) – What…
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How she knows he still loves her
Sunrise walks across sleeping Children in their 20s still drunk On love and from the night before As he lays quietly feeling her Breathing steady back to him Snuggled she sleeps finally But only when he is there. In daylight she chases dreams He always said he wanted But he runs from her now Says…
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Arguing with a lover
And it was during those times when they went at it like two boxers before a fight calling out threats from across the ring she knew why they called it a thin line as passion swelled underneath tears wasn’t long before he swelled underneath her fighting gives way to frolicking her hand underneath his – brief as lines are…