#SixWordStories: February 13th
Happy anniversary, lover.
Happy anniversary, liar.
Happy anniversary, lover.
Happy anniversary, liar.
Let’s do the dating thing. I’ll ask you out. You’ll respond with a surprising “Yeah sure, why not?” I’ll hug myself in glee. We’ll meet for a coffee that turns into drinks instead because we both got late. A mid-distant, not too noisy, not too intimate cafe that seems perfect,…
The trophy wife wants junk jewellery.
Loving and being loved are two entirely different, independent human experiences. We are not taught either. If we’re lucky both of them are modeled for us in clear, unambiguous ways. But I live in a culture of overpopulation & poverty where the very act of survival is the biggest achievement…
I don’t feel so raw anymore. I don’t feel so raw. I don’t feel so. I don’t feel. I don’t. I. .
Two things happened last night. The Best Friend and I talked. And in bed with a bad headcold, I reached for one of my comfort reads – Henry Denker’s Kate Kincaid. I’ve had this book for over a decade now and I enjoy it when I pick it up again,…
You had me at eye contactKind words & other trespassesBut you are uncomfortable in silencesIn the no-manβs land of sighs & whispersIn sensations that carry no words, feelings that floatSo you find your comfort in speed & speech Make it quick, you tell me,Β this βweβ thingDraw us a borderOr you-and-meΒ might…
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