You start comparing yourself to her. You either compare yourself to her and praise yourself or completely strip yourself into pieces. We, as women, like to associate how if someone looks like us, they are probably a carbon copy of our personalties and interests as well.Read More
I know what you’re thinking just by reading the title; what? How could I willing waste my precious time with the wrong person?
Well, I’ll tell you how just the system of love can be. I, for an ungodly amount of time, spent loving the wrong person. Thought they were the person I was going to spend forever with. Wrote numerous, unnecessary articles trying to profess my love to them and everyone around. Paraded around town how “happy” I was at finding love.
But, looking at it now that time has passed and we no longer associate, I realized it wasn’t love. It couldn’t be. How could I constantly give a limb and liver to someone who didn’t accept the treatment?Read More
Please be my last love, for I do not want to spend mornings with anyone else. No one else will appreciate my need to wake up at seven in the morning to catch the news. No one will make my coffee as perfectly as you do. No one will make my eggs soft boiled, not hard. Anyone, but you, would roll over in bed and urge me to whisk away my god-awful morning breath.
Please be my last love, for I do not want to spend afternoons with anyone else. No one else will understand my busy schedule. No one else will comprehend my need to let the birds and squirrels talk to me. No one else will want to express me how their day was in such detail, as if I were reading a piece of flash fiction. Anyone, but you, would tell me “I will see you when I see you” and make sure to fill their tummy up before mine.Read More