So what if my heart is broken? And if it is indeed broken, then what? Will it stop beating? Will I drop dead? Will I stop breathing? Will my senses cease to function rendering me useless? This broken heart will not stop beating. I have not dropped dead nor stopped breathing. And all my senses,…
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How do you do it? How do you grab my senses to yourself? So that when I walk into a room that has you in it, my eyes look for you and don’t rest until they find you. My legs move one after the other, heels clinking, making their way to where you stand and…
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I haven’t cried yet. I know you are no more. If nothing else, the conspicuous casket that is stealing all the thunder in today’s gathering is a dead giveaway – pardon the pun. I know that after today, after we lower you to the open ground that is waiting to swallow you up, I will…
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Sometimes, you just want to read a good story about a happy marriage that beats the odds to make it to the ever-elusive happily ever after. Because every marriage should be happy. It’s not all about the man cheating and the wife, feeling betrayed by the cheating, whining to death about the betrayal. Or picking…
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The end. It came sooner than we expected. We had hoped that with our wedding, a new phase of our lives would begin. We hoped that the best part of our lives lay in that union called marriage. Where Zach would call me wife, and I would call him husband. We didn’t know that our…
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It’s time. Time to knock on that door. The other side of the door has a woman who doesn’t like me very much right now. You wouldn’t too if I left you hanging on our wedding day. The other side of the door is also full of chaos in the form of unanswered questions and…
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So many things that shouldn’t have happened, happened. I went to see Suzzie. I shouldn’t have done it, but I did it anyway. Her sister told me where to find her. She was in the hotel room. It was fully paid for. She wanted to be alone. She might as well spend the night in…
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How do you ruin a wedding? Well, you start by knocking on his door. The knock is harmless. It is innocent. And, most importantly, it has the best intentions. Others may elevate these intentions and call them noble, even. Delivering a tuxedo to a soon-to-be groom kind of noble, for example. Harmless. Innocent. And noble….
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