"When you finally get what you have been dreaming of..."
I walk alone alongThe sandy moonlit shoreWishing, dreamingLonging for something more The full moonShines brightly aboveAlmost mocking meHere without my love Always so farSeemingly forever apartFrom the wonderful manWho holds my heart Listening to the wavesCrashing against the rocks belowI wonder, will I...
"Another diary entry from Melinda Chevalier..."
Dear Diary, We are beginning to talk less and less now, it seems. My heart still yearns for his attention and I still find myself wishing things were different. My thoughts still gravitate towards him and they flood my mind every...
"delightful memories of an old woman..."
Morgan awoke to a cold bed and fear in her heart. Having opened her eyes, she jolted upright and looked around the room. Christian was nowhere to be seen. He’d left. He had fucked her and he’d left her.Excruciating pain welled up...
I want to be fuckedI want to let my gaurd downI want to be fuckedI want to be the man I always wanted to beI want to taste the freedomFrom what society says I amFreedom from what socitety says I...
"Another passage from the diary of Melinda Chevalier..."
Feburary 24thDear Diary,A few more weeks have passed and I’m still not feeling very cheerful. I know that I promised a more pleasant entry so I will try to keep that promise.I’m still missing him in more ways than I...
"Another diary entry from Melinda Chevalier...."
Dear Diary,I had a dream about him.A most shocking and painful dream. In it, we were so close to one another. I was coming to visit him, to see him and the excitement I had felt in this dream matched...
"Another diary passage from Melinda..."
January 17thDear Diary,Another week has gone by now and today I read through his letters again. I cannot seem to stop myself from looking at all his mementos either. My mind is swimming with all the times we shared and...
"A passage from the diary of Melinda Chevalier..."
January 10th Dear Diary, I am missing him. Again.It has been a few weeks since I last heard his voice and my heart aches to hear it again right now. I feel a deep sadness and it has fully taken hold of...
"She loved and preserved that painting for years. Here's her story of why..."
It was a crisp autumn day and Morgan sat outside on her front porch. She sat in her old rocking chair wrapped in her favorite dark green cardigan feeling the wind blow through the porch and hitting her face softly....
"On Love and Loss"
The Liquid stream that fills your veinsBlood made from the water, from whence you and I came.The Blood that made our bond so deep bleeds from woundsI cannot staunch its flow; perhaps I do not wish it so.I loved you...
