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she stepped in his home sitting at the angle of the table so she could be near him what’s his name? he asked sitting on a park bench the sound of her tears muffled by the rustling autumn leaves…
I sit at my kitchen table slowly sipping a warm cup of orzo gently kissed with almond milk the way it always is Ray’s soothing voice bathes the apartment watching the sun rays stream into my living room the way…
Over an amazing dinner at a quaint resto in the Tremblant village, 4 ladies intensely discussed the subject of relationships. The platform for the launch of our discussion stemmed from a recent short lived, but particular romance I had with…
The path between friend is measured not in miles but in memories Sais the present I shipped over one Christmas Wishing I was there instead Never did I imagine that those words would take on such a concrete meaning Your…
For you love, and mark that you left on this world “You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back,or you can open…
it was the words we never spoke out loud even in empty spaces for fear the walls would hear but in the space between us, they were allowed those ugly things you are never supposed to think or feel, the…
