i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart) (e.e. cummings)
christmas eve always makes me think of m.f.g. it was december of 1990 and we went to midnight mass with his family. as he drove me home later that night, we detoured through a few neighborhoods to take in the christmas lights and the holiday decorations. snow had fallen earlier that day and the world was soft [...]
today, i’m heading east. to the shore. it will be the first family christmas in delaware, and i can’t wait. the food, the drink, the laughter; the presents, the pictures, the music; and, of course, the people. my people. my family. w.j.b. my father. our likeness is so much more than skin deep. my free [...]
i have a scar that rests quietly on my left knee. it came to be on a cold december seventeenth when i slipped on a patch of ice. my boyfriend failed to catch me and so i tumbled awkwardly onto the ground. my knee still tells the story. little did i know, it was a [...]
words = worth another read how do you sum up a relationship in words? years of falling asleep together, laughing together, building a life together — are there words enough to say what it all meant? perhaps just this: it mattered. you mattered. we mattered. no, it didn’t last forever. no, it wasn’t our happily [...]
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