A short lived romance, indeed. For weeks I knew something wasn't quite right. To be honest, I knew from the start something wasn't right. Too may red flags kept popping up. One night in particular we were out and he opened his wallet to pay for something. I noticed a gorgeous Italian woman smiling out at me. I tried to look over it - though it burned in my mind for days. I finally asked him and he told me that it was his ex-wife. Another red flag was that every Saturday night was "Family
Well, this was more like an hour. October, although structured, is an open document for activities. I was going to do a run this morning but my son and I were just hanging out in the living room for the early morning . Rather than run I had another idea, I asked if he wanted to go hiking with me. He put down his book and popped up saying, yes.
mood: this is one of the hardest days of the year
music: different versions of Always Something There To Remind Me by various artists, including:
anyways, nuff said about that I suppose, time to pour another glass of
I'm not a fan of the Twilight Saga, but I'm in love (blah, blah, blah) with Lestat. I think this song would've been better suited for one of his movies. I'm very excited about Anne's new novel coming at the end of this month.
When I was fourteen years old, I fell in love for the first time with a boy named Brett. He was fifteen, handsome, and tall, with silky black hair. He looked a bit like a muscular Steve Perry—frontman for the band, Journey. At the end of the summer—that summer of my first love—Brett and his family moved to Florida. I never saw him again.
Brett and I never kissed or even dated. Too many obstacles kept us from hooking up. First off, he was my boyfriend Scott's best friend. They had
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