It has been six months since Alan died. I’m wondering when do I get to be happy again? When does life regain its color and meaning? I’m doing the little things and checking things off my do-do list every day, which has its degree of satisfaction. Sometimes I even do something fun. But even the fun activities don’t mean the same to me anymore. I can’t share them with Alan. I take him with me in my heart but it’s not the same. It still hurts terribly that I can’t share the fun times with…Continue
It’s been five months since I have seen you, and I feel like I am starting to forget. Even though remembering hurts, it hurts even worse to forget. When I dream about you, it is sometimes not your face I see, even though I know it’s you. How can that be? Where is your face when I need it so much?…Continue
11 years ago I was in the grocery store and on a whim, bought a little valentine stuffed animal for a man I had been running into at my kids' school and talking to. He had asked me out but I said it was too early (I was still going through a divorce). We talked on the phone a couple of times, and then when I saw all…Continue
When I met you, I didn’t believe in love. I thought love was something that blinds people to reality and gets them in trouble. I was certain I would never find that magical love I had dreamed about when I was youthful and idealistic, because that love didn’t exist. And then I met you.
I didn’t want a relationship. I wanted to be free from attachments and the pain of failed…Continue