I only know how to love you, even if you don’t want me to… After all these years you still give me butterflies in the deepest pits of my stomach. Your rare smiles make the corner of my eyes curl. I can still see the young man I met years ago every time I stare…
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& No Apologies
No Apologies It only took me 26 years but I’m madly in love with myself. I love the rich cocoa complexion I was so blessed with The bright smile that somehow survived candy as a food group and every other curve on my body makes me smile in the mirror. I’ve grown to realize that…
& Your Words, My Life
When I was a kid, I hated my cocoa colored skin. I didn’t have a reason either. Turns out I hated it because everyone else hated it. I got pushed and shoved and called names that I still remember to this day. I still vividly remember the fresh tears rolling down my cheeks after one…
& Intermission
It happened in junior high. Like a movie he approached me in a crowded cafeteria, asked me to be his girlfriend and when I hesitated he had everyone chant “say yes.” I still remember that smile and confident stride. I got sucked into his charm and my life hasn’t been the same since. “It’s always…
& 30 Word Story
Somehow I left my heart in Greece, even though I’ve never been there. I lie to myself and him every time I utter those two semi-permanent words “It’s over.”
& Romy & Michele
I don’t have a memory of first meeting her. We just did. Her mom and my mom were best friends and 3 month ol’ me was in the waiting room when she was born. That’s our joke. We got into trouble together and were each other’s alibis when we interrogated for it. We’ve had silly…
& I’ve Always Been a Reader
The thing that attracts me to books is the fact that books have always been there for me. There were times growing up when we had to choose between hot water or electricity and books made life easier. It was amazing that I practically grew up in the library. After school I was hanging out…
& 25 Years
“Your 20s are your screw up years. No one has it together yet…” –everyone It took 25 years for me to not care what people think of me. I wish I would’ve know it was so peaceful. I love who I’ve become and I know it took a while to get here. It took a…
& Metaphorically Speaking
He loved me like someone repeatably stabbing me in the heart and then kissing me like everything would be okay. I’d cry sometimes, and like a junkie I’d come back screaming, “I can fix this.” As an optimist, I sure don’t know when to give up. Love is the strongest narcotic and the only rehab…
Six Words
“He likes me, broken and all.”
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