Forever.
That's how long I've been writing. Lists, stories, poems, articles, love letters. I should be good at this. Why am I not? Why can't I start? I think this is why . . .
When I start at the beginning the story is sad.
Starting in the middle makes no sense at all - not even to me.
So I will start at the end.
I always start at the end - so you'll know how it turns out.
We lived happily ever after.
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Stuff I Secretly Love
- That blueberry baby food
- Water parks
- Riding trains
- Climbing trees
- Campfires
- Macaroni and Cheese
- Port Hueneme, California
- Donny Osmond
- Airports
- The BeeGees
- Hoodies
- the Jackson 5
- Dragonflies
- Bubble Yum
- The Smell of Chlorine
- Bare Feet
- Harry Potter
- Reality TV
1 comment:
My ever-after isn't the happiest, but I did find my prince charming. Our castle is shabby and our cats are our children but the prince makes me laugh and we cry together sometimes when the world seems to be falling in on us.
Our moms died at totally different times in our lives but I realized early on that the pain is the same. The age doesn't matter. He's as lonely for her as I am for my mom. He had his longer, he was older, but the pain and the loss and the longing and the loneliness in a crowded room are the same.
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