Personal Stories, Advice, and Support
like a blazing comet out of control.
Yet, he comes and lights mine!!
her prim and proper life.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
choice, give yourself permission to choose better.
.the ones we say as well as the ones we do not.
such vehemence and anger to get someone to listen.
instead of seeing my surroundings, all that I saw was you...
I wish I could. If I was alive.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
dreams I would sleep forever.
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
that no-one can see you cry.
and charming qualities, simply feel good.
so you found a window and climbed in.
that kept us apart?
Or is it madness that does?
darkness - then I found the light switch.
you must penetrate for a prize.
desperately needing to be hugged and comforted.
it was he, not the ocean, who calmed her spirit.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
about things preoccupying me, is you.
..this new phase began, pages turned in a chapter.
can appreciate the light of day...
back from voicing a simple invitation.
when I know his raw primal unfiltered in private!
since I've tried this. Time to shake things up a bit!
your ability to love someone else
and I know she's out there.
that was consuming her from within.
" was merely clarification. I wasn't requesting that you stop.
when I look away I feel nothing.
that we are worthy
of the other's love.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
but in reality she was merely fragments of someone's imagination.
as much as you sweet Minty Bear.
than what I am at this moment.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
and be unconcerned with your position within the river.
she searched for his island of exotic spices.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
Is my attraction to unattainable women online an escape from facing love in real life?