The “I’m not ready for my heart was broken.” Meeting new, interesting, often incredible people and turning away for the fear of hurt.
She grew up without a dad. He died when she was two years old, and she still doesn’t know the details of his life. This has made her a searcher. A hunter.
She was the one I wanted to be with. She was the one I wanted to love forever. She was my friend. I never told her how special she was, how much I appreciated her.
“Well, when I state that I was soaked in hate on a cesspool of my negative emotions, it’s because those are natural emotions that we all experience. The challenge is once you experience those emotions, how do we transcend ourselves from that to grow beyond that hate and anger and bitterness and inner turmoil?”
“It was sort of prompted by the idea of bringing strangers together around a table.” —Michelle Fitzgerald
“and I laughed…like I just laughed, and I wouldn’t stop laughing…It was either laugh or be upset…”-Indy Rishi
“Accepting it and letting it run through, and so, that was really a journey and a challenge for myself to be able to experience all these emotions and let them go through rather than suppress them, and learn how to work through it.”-Kiyoshi Shelton
After all, I’m not writing for them. Every war book ever written was written for them. Not a single war book has ever been written specifically for enlisted warriors, without regard for what anyone else thinks, until now.
I held her closely, just glad she was alive. She cried into my shirt, and I whispered sweet nothings to her until her ride came. Her step mother arrived 10 minutes later, followed by the friends who drove me. It hurt to see her go home, but I was glad she was alive.
If you asked her to tell the story, she would exaggerate it into something silly and less romantic. She would remember things oddly, and wasn’t sentimental. Years later, she and I would break up. She would lie to me, break my trust, betray me, and ultimately cheat on me. In the end, I wasn’t far enough along in my life for her needs.
Driving in your neighborhood once in a while I look for you I don’t know why years have passed since our last contact our last touch our last kiss It’s all crazy I am a light stalker I am a lunatic It’s time to move on I have tried… A dozen other girls but…