Thursday, October 26, 2017

last time

She remembered exactly what she was wearing the last time she saw him.  Her favorite pair of blue jeans, which happened to be his as well, and an old long sleeve henley.  Looking back, a part of her wished that it had been something more memorable- something that would have stuck out and separated her from his other memories.  
The other part of her, the better part of her, knew that it was best for him to remember her exactly how it was.  

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Monday, June 19, 2017

food for thought

There were times she wished he knew her food habits.
   Other times she was grateful to not have to answer the questions. 

Friday, June 09, 2017

Wednesday, May 03, 2017

Tuesday, January 10, 2017


"I wish we had danced more."
The look of confusion on his face relayed the words that his mouth couldn't, and she laughed.  "I'm sorry," she continued.  "It's random, I know."
"Dance?" he repeated.  "Why dancing of all things?"
She shrugged.  "I don't know.  You always hear stories about the magic of the dance floor.  And you and I, every time we danced I'm pretty sure one of us didn't remember it the next day."  She laughed.  "I don't know; maybe the magic would have lasted a little longer if we had danced more."

Thursday, December 08, 2016