Love as and when love presents itself
I've gotten so caught up in contributing to this manuscript that I've abandoned the blog again. And the vow I made to post more often. A friend asked me why I had stopped posting yesterday. Well, maybe not a friend yet, but someone I would like to call friend one day. After a moment of [...]
How does he make you feel?
Strange envelopes delivered by even stranger hands
Sometimes that's all they are.
I am not a poet. So this isn't a poem.
You deserve to be loved unconditionally, for exactly who you are. I, unfortunately, have conditions...
Are we too young to be chasing forever?