Ashley Murga
Stories (2/0)
The Things I Never Got to Tell You Before the Year Ended...
I want to first of start by saying that I in no way blame you for anything. I want to thank you for allowing me to spend time with you. All the time, energy, and memories will always be appreciated. In the beginning, I knew it wouldn’t last; there were things that flagged me down up until the night we had sex. But I don’t regret it, or you, one bit. I still stand by my words, as true and sincere as ever. I have never loved anyone the way I loved you. I brought you to my house, and most importantly let you in. I for so long held us together and in that time, I realized how much you emptied me. How much you took for me emotionally and never gave back. I don’t know who did this to you, because I don’t think you are a bad person, I think we’re just bad for each other. We don’t speak the same language, the same ideologies, stubborn righteousness, music, or taste. I always thought we were magnets you and me, but some magnets over time lose force. We both had to have wanted it bad enough, and when one wants it more than the other, the connection fails...
By Ashley Murga6 years ago in Humans
What to Say Before You Move Out
There were things that never really made sense to me. Just as anyone else, I too wanted to "fly" the nest once I turned 18. I was a poor excuse of a student when I reached my senior year in high school. However, by chance or fate I had managed to get a scholarship at a school that was four hours away from my hometown. When I got the letter in the mail, I couldn't believe it. Growing up in a small town, where everyone was either pregnant, dropping out, or selling drugs, to me this was huge. I still remember the exact words I told my mother, as I showed her the letter. She was proud, the kind of proud that makes her talk about it for hours over the phone to our grandparents, aunts, and uncles in Mexico.
By Ashley Murga6 years ago in Viva