I feel a decision being made

I’m still in love, perhaps it is meant to be, without finding ourselves together. There is something about separation and the value of two lives, two passions, two mistakes, two decisions to be allowed to realize what we were, what we are today. I spent the night pining, trying to figure out a way toContinue reading “I feel a decision being made”

Speak To Me Please

I like to write letters, let my words take me places I’d rather visit with some hope of explanation. I do wish to take off with my thoughts allowing them to translate their meaning on a parchment of sorts. I remember the first time I began to write to a love in my teens. IContinue reading “Speak To Me Please”

This Time of Year

I’d like her to know how familiar this time of year is to me. I wonder if it is for her, I would only be able to imagine those moments when we might both take a pause and suggest to one another life has similar nostalgia. The walks, the leaves turning. Standing in the gravelContinue reading “This Time of Year”