Posts Tagged ‘mfg’

may 4, 1990

i remember the spring sun on my face and the smell of wild roses on the breeze. it was a friday. i watched the sun set by his side and as the last bits of golden light danced on the water’s surface, he took me inside, into his arms. with the darkness, the rains came, [...]

seventeen | year three

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 [...]

twenty four

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 [...]

seventeen

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 [...]

an exchange

(i was going through some of my old paper journals last night, and this entry, which i had forgotten, gave me pause.  it was dated 08/13/00.  a lot changes in eight years.) me: you’re breaking my heart… mfg: how can i break your heart after all this time? me: only those people you truly care about [...]

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