Millennial authoress, pen dripping with raw narratives from real life.
I can see it in your eyes. That look in your despondent orbs and just a handful of words exchanged between us are enough to know:
By J. R.6 years ago in Humans
What would have been the date of a milestone in our relationship was also another significant day in my life. And I still didn't feel like celebrating, because you weren't standing beside me, tossing confetti and spraying silly string. (Not that you would do that sort of thing, but who knows. ;P)
I miss you. More and more each day. That isn't supposed to be the case.--- I'm supposed to be healing, right?! That's how everyone else acts about our break up. They say and do certain things that indicate that they believe I should be "moving on".
It's like Everybody Loves Raymond, ya know, that show from the 1990s/2000s? Except it's "Everybody Loves _______ [insert family member's/friend's name]".
Let me just tell ya. I used to journal—Every. Single. Night. (Or day) I kept that trend going for several years, since I was probably 9 or so.
By J. R.6 years ago in Motivation
You may think your life had little impact on me. Ah...but that is where you are wrong, my dear. You taught me so much in such a short amount of time! These are just a few things I've learned from/was reminded about by you:
There is so much I wish to say to you in person. But since this cannot be, I will try my best to adequately express my feelings and thoughts via this letter.
People talk about living in the shadows of their past. Being haunted by regrets. Or fear. But ever heard someone admit they're cloaked in the darkness of the "comparison game"?
The title says it all. Sorta. Well, not really. Ya know why not? Because my heart is still so full. There are so many words just aching to be spilled in ink—the result of a bleeding and broken heart.
It's Valentine's Day. I'm sitting at my desk with the sun streaming in the bedroom windows. The room feels unusually warm for a midwinter's day.