don't hold it against me

it's entirely possible i could live out the rest of my life eating nothing but dark chocolate, dry cereal and a glasses of almond milk. from morning till noon, from 9 till well past bedtime.

the thing is, i never stop to eat chocolate piece by piece, savoring the flavor. instead i shovel it in two by two, possibly four by four, rarely stopping to give it the accolades it so deserves.

lets hope this isn't a metaphor for my life

Words are never just words

"The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple"

Oscar Wilde

it's only in the night you realize

your playlists speak volumes, like mini glimpses into your soul. much like my face shows  expression that is much more telling than i might care to admit. evidently my face has no secrets. but what good would secrets really be without someone to share them with?

"In the depths of winter I finally learned that within me lay an invincible summer"

Albert Camus

dear boyfriend

i love dry cereal straight from the box. in fact it once was my road trip drug of choice. if you add chocolate chips to the mix, it puts me over the top. when you are away i often eat standing, on one leg, in the kitchen. sometimes straight from the box. i call it my secret single behavior, except i would do it in front of you. i feel certain you will still love me. in fact you might even love me more.

love, your manners are charming but who are you fooling girlfriend,

me

dear boyfriend

when you're away. i mean states away. i wear your shirts.

they make me smile. just as you make me smile.

love, your i am so ready to be your wife it hurts girlfriend,

me

dear boyfriend

i miss you when you are gone. when the house is a big empty box. without you, it is not a home. the moment you walk out that door, i launch myself back in bed, throw the covers over my head and breathe in the scent of you that is sure to fade away before your return.

love, your i have never been this in love in all my life until now, girlfriend.