How do you really say “I’ll miss you for always but I’ll hold you never” in a text anyway? It probably sounds like “here’s this article it made me think of you.” To which the last response will always read “read on 2/14”- a grey bubble never to see blue again. The unspoken words carried…
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Never Just I Love You
Sometimes I just feel really difficult to love. Like I should somehow feel thankful to be cared about and at the same time apologetic about needing love at all. And not just needing love, but needing it HOW I need it in order to FEEL loved. Like somehow “I’m sorry” and “Thank You” are the…
AnxietSHE- Power in Acknowledging
My anxiety has continued to grow to new heights over the last 3 years. It comes and goes in waves, as it has for my entire life, the difference is in the past I held no space for its existence. My thought process was if I just kept going, there would be no time for…
Letters She’ll Never Send IX
I answered quickly in defense. I matched your energy to avoid the reaction of pain that was instant. “Look I love you but I’d never date you.” “You think I don’t know that?” “We’d kill each other. I think we tried this in a past life and learned that.” “I know that. Is that what…
Letters She’ll Never Send VIII
I need to know there are moments for you too. The moments you miss me so much it’s unbearable. Your chest aches just a little and you think about the way I smile when you say something absurd. The moments where you realize we were barely strangers when we figured out that the air was…
Note to Self: Be. brave.
I’ve had this blog for a little over five years it turns out. You know how I know? Because WordPress reminded me this year when it was almost time to renew my site dues. “Congratulations! You’ve had your virtual space for five years, now run me my money b*tch.” And that’s basically all she wrote….
Good Days & Grateful Hearts
Whenever I had one of those days that Alexander had, you know those terrible horrible no good very bad days, I would drive to my moms house and just hang out with her. She’d make me laugh, I’d pick on her, we’d usually go shopping, and she’d inevitably always tell me I could do it….
The Missadventure Chronicles 