My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Her exaggerated eye-rolling and audible sigh left no doubt that she was done. His pained expression wasn't enough to guilt her into regret. "I just told you I loved you," he said. "No, you didn't. You simply regurgitated one of your lame, hackneyed pickup lines. Even after a year, I still don't know how you … Continue reading I need to love you more
"When you finally let loose, you're a freak." Lily laughed at me. I nearly choked on my absinthe trying to not do a spit take. It was her idea to go out to the club. I'd been resisting for months, not ready to embrace my newly single status. Dabbing the sweat off my face with … Continue reading Back in the hunt
As a child, I would go with my mother to the laundromat, helping her sort the dark clothes from the light. Once we loaded the washing machines with dirty jeans and T-shirts, she would pull over a chair for me, and I would watch the suds spinning in the commercial-sized washers. Mesmerized by the swirling … Continue reading Rinse, repeat
In the spring, daisies bloom where we shared our first kiss, where we used to go to watch the sunset behind the summit. From our lofty perch we could see the city laid out across the hollow formed by the surrounding mountains. As the sun dipped behind the far peaks, lights blinked on in the … Continue reading Where daisies bloom
He wondered if putting his feelings into writing would help her understand. All the self-help books told him that it should. Pounce covered the top half of the parchment, a fine dusting to prevent smudging. He dipped the pen nib into a crystal inkwell, contemplating his next line. She would read his words, see the … Continue reading Love letter
Teeth-chattering, goose-pimply, words dropping like ice cubes from trembling lips, cold. Not cold, nervous energy, enough to air condition a third-world, desert country. Normally a well-maintained professional, whenever he's around, I turn into a quivering jellyfish. I can't speak without stammering or walk without stumbling over a piece of lint on the carpet. I must … Continue reading A whole lot of shakin’ goin’ on
Thin spiral notebook 