aka SusanWritesPrecise
If you could be mine undoubtedly my wildest dreams would be realized. I'd never ask for anything ever again; I would have it all — my wants, my needs my most tender desires all wrapped up in one delicious (and heretofore unattainable) parcel of mind-blowing bliss. Yes, perhaps. Perhaps. But! if you could be mine would [...]
Women who run with wolves never look back at the (safety?) of the patriarchal porch with its invisible boundaries that zap them like a whip if they wander too close to freedom and to themselves. No, they never look back. But they remember.
"So, tell me, Marina..." Jackie began as she put her work away for the day. "What big plans do you have for Valentine's Day?" Marina shook her head and sighed. "I no have a the big plans. Is a very sad day for me. Very sad." "I'm so sorry," Jackie replied. "Did you have a boyfriend [...]
Going in I knew it was Hopeless. yet I hope(d) and my heart went in recklessly — a kamikaze jackass, a hero of unrequited love hell- bent on on breaking itself time after time and time aqain. I knew that we (there is no we except in my imagination) would never be us [...]
Al had been gone for nine years now. Marnie's head knew it was time to move on but her heart was stubborn. It didn't want to let go of love even though all it had to hold on to was what used to be. It would never change. There were no new memories to make, [...]
