She let herself enjoy the feeling. The feeling of the unknown. The maybe, the possibly, the could be. The thought of the new, so different, so- New. She enjoyed it. The getting to know him, the spending of time together.... Continue Reading →
I hate that your last images of me Were of me at my worst. I hope you remember me at my best. The way I was, Before the disappointment.
There's always a critic. Someone who feels obliged to share with you, How you don't measure up to The glorious ones who came before you. There's always a critic. Someone heckling from the safety of their seat. Just remember. They... Continue Reading →