The lowest of lows is a form of rebirth. Sometimes this place brings me back to moments of pure bliss and peace. I swear I can smell his cologne on the night air, and the full moon feels like a beacon of hope for what we once had. I woke up on the beach, the … Continue reading Broken and Raw… A.G 14
A.G Romance
Wasting my life on you…A.G 13
The constant back and forth of love and hate. I let the world disappear so I could be your anchor and supporter, and you let me sink at every opportunity—not even a gesture of help from your direction. I miss the moments that made me feel loved and cared for, like I was something other … Continue reading Wasting my life on you…A.G 13
Still breathing… 11
I sit here, working on my self given deadline, and despite how much work I’m doing and how long I sit on conference calls... I keep catching myself waiting for you. Waiting for you to open the door and peer around the corner with a smile on your face. To surprise me, and let me … Continue reading Still breathing… 11
This is hard… 10
As I sit here in my more than half-empty apartment, I’m trying desperately to lose myself in prep-work for next week. I had asked the office if they could send me over the current projects so I could work on getting up to speed, Thanks to Julliana's glowing reference , they were more than happy … Continue reading This is hard… 10
9… I moved and moving on
I moved. I spent too long hiding in my boxes and piles of clothes, waiting to fall into a decision on staying and trying to make things work or just letting it go and leaving it all behind. Mike wrote me a lengthy letter, his sweet side. Leaving it taped to my car so I’d … Continue reading 9… I moved and moving on
Part… 8
I spent the next two weeks working my butt off. I packed, I unpacked, I took on extra hours at work, I took a tutoring gig helping my neighbors preteens with their school work. Since COVID has schools shut down, kids seems a bit lost now, heck I'm lost now. Their daughter Samantha wants to … Continue reading Part… 8