I write what matters to me...
Times are never easy— Everything chances… Right down to second chances. Anything is possible. Turn a negative into a positive.
The Passion of Him
I kept running. I didn’t want to deal with it. It doesn’t matter to me he left me, he left me when I needed him most. I wanted to resent him, but I couldn’t. Why? Why couldn’t I hate him? I felt used, cheap even.
Trauma is a funny thing you see— Sometimes it’s not noticed… Especially if you’re blind. No one wants to see my pain…
I wasn't ready to talk to him, even though he tried reaching out. I wouldn't wish these emotions on my worst enemy. No one will ever understand what it's like to be alone when I know who I'm supposed to be with. I miss Peter, I never got to tell him that I love him.
I saw him standing and gazing at the gorgeous evening horizon. I wanted to run into his arms and tell him I love him. But I was terrified; he made me promise to never speak of what we did ever again. It made me feel like I was a disease that he could never love.
The short story of a girl's perspective of unhealthy relationships whether it is family, significant others, and the hope that someone will save her from herself. A light out of the darkness. A work of fiction with a flare of love.
Mommy Issues on Mother's Day
In an ideal world, Mom's and daughters are very close giving not just love. But guidance and friendship is the best feelings we can have.
I look deep within myself! I see you, I become depressed. How did we let this happen? How did we just settle for less?