Coffee Shop Cliché

Possibility for a fictional short story that I’ll probably write in parts when inspiration strikes? I’m thinking YES! Six months ago this day, I met Kaya one boring Sunday morning post my morning jog in the swanky coffee shop where I’d always order an iced Americano, in the most clichéd boy-meets-girl-in-coffee-shop fashion, she accidentally spilled…

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Letters of Love

To the strong men in uniforms from their devoted wives back home I wish you were here, mi amor.   Some days are especially difficult when you’re not here and today is one such day. I had a particularly tough day at work and all I could think about was coming back home to you.…

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Anna,

Happy birthday, sunshine As long as I live, I will never forget how you came over and introduced yourself on the first day of eleventh grade with the warmest of smiles and I so clearly remember how we got close, you practically dragged me away from that random Commerce chick on the steps, and spent…

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Solace

I’m trembling. He holds me in his arms. I’m shaking, my mind is exploding with emotions I cannot contain. I’m a mess, a broken mess but right now in his arms I’m starting to feel safe again. Please don’t let go. There is nowhere else I’d rather be. Suddenly it doesn’t matter how my past…

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Vow

You close your eyes and look away. You’re fighting back tears and it absolutely crushes me. It breaks my heart, you have a past so troubled. And it breaks my heart because you, my love, you deserved none of it. A single tear rolls down. No love, hush, you’re okay now. You’re in my arms…

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Happy Birthday, Joy   And when we meet, hold me tight and close like you’ll never let go. And I’ll melt in the warmth of your embrace. You’re my safe haven. And when we meet, look deep into my eyes; they say I’m hard to read but I’ll tell you a secret, my eyes can’t…

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Mi Amor,

Before you open your heart to me, remember this. I’ve my terrible days. Days when I cannot get out of the bed because the weight of a past that I fight to let go of brings me down and leaves me frozen, a million painful memories replay in my brain. I’ve far too many insecurities,…

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Smushball

Hey. For my sake and for the sake of our relationship, I hope you are someone who reads. The words I type have always conveyed my feelings better than anything else. I think about you often, mostly because I’m terrified you aren’t real or I will never find you. You are the man I will…

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