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Leading me on. You led me on. You picked me up, brushed me off, pledged your life, created a life, a family with me. Who would have thought, that whole time, you were leading me on? You had someone else in your mind, in your heart. You never let her go. I knew that. I tried hard to ignore it. I hate you for leading me on. Honesty is not so difficult.
I'm drawing a blank. All I know is, if I ever leave you to travel, I want to return, Lovey. I don't want to be gone forever. I will return.
the intensity of the moment...
the candlelight behind you, your fingertips like electric against my ribs.
like a huge cloud, when finally
it burst
and we kissed and
i've never felt anything as intense.
The first funeral I ever attended was my grandpa's, last May. It was strange - nothing like how I thought it would be. Almost like a regular church service. No photos, no viewing, nothing personal. Some verses and singing, and we left. Disappointing. There is no fun at a funeral.
Puzzled.. I'm puzzled as to how I can preach all this happy parent crap, and yet still not have a bond with my oldest child. She wants to do a puzzle, I want to relax. I put off playing with her again and again until...she plays by herself and doesn't want anything to do with me.
Are you in shape? I'm not. I'm pregnant and swollen and I wasn't in shape even before I got pregnant.
Are you A shape? I'm many different shapes. Triangles and circles and rectangles are what I am made of.
Shape up.
I waved my wand around, hoping for the best.
Absolutely nothing.
Alright then, I thought to myself, apparently I have no magic in me.
At the last moment, the last movement of my wrist, sparks shot from the end of my wand, showering my feet
Make a statement! Say what you mean!
Disregard the Converse, the snakebites, the Emo hair.
Do away with the metal studs and the collars, the black lipstick and the gaudy jewelry.
Make your OWN statement, make yourself.
She wondered where he was.
It hadn't been a very long time, but something in her tummy gave her a bad feeling.
Sometimes her feelings were right.
To be or not to bee!
I wish I were a bee.
Then I would be able to dance!
I should find a fuzzy yellow and black striped cardigan to wear,
just so I can run around buzzing and licking flowers and claiming to be a bee.
A bee, what a horrific thing to find in your hair.
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