I was crying. Speeding down 322 in Lancaster County, and trying to choke back tears because the rational side of my mind was loudly reminding me that it's not safe to cry and drive.
Thank you for being endearingly REAL LIFE, which in my case, includes some sweetly awkward and RANDOM moments that bring lots of laughter and fun memories. Truly, love, I'm grateful for the fact that for me, a perfect first date for consisted of running late, hugging a tree, swinging on a swing that I wasn't sure … Continue reading Dear love,
I think it's safe to say that I love and hate you. As for THE BOY, now him, I'm fond of--quite a lot, in fact. But the fact that you are part of this jolly good thing we've got going on. Wellllll .... I could do without that (ie YOU).
Thank you, sincerely, from the bottom of my heart for creating a RIDICULOUS and UNREALISTIC set of expectations that no real man could ever fulfill. No, really, thanks.
You can't fix me. I wish you could. I wish I could see what you see when you look at me, because then I might be able to accept your words in that deep down place.
I'm sorry. I feel like you've gotten a bad rap. I BLAME 13-YEAR-OLDS. AND CHICK FLICKS. AND TEENAGERS IN GENERAL. But infatuation, frankly, I THINK YOU'RE AMAZING. You are pretty much one of the best things EVER with your butterfly-inducting, heart-racing, knee-weakening moments. You make the start of relationships TANTALIZING, EARTH-MOVING and all-around OVERWHELMINGLY EXCITING. But yes, yes, … Continue reading Dear infatuation,
All right, ladies. I am officially CALLING YOU OUT. If you read my blog telling men five ways they can MAN UP, you'll know that I am most definitely not picking on OUR DELICATE GENDER. But I am going to give you five ways that you ... (wait for it) .... can WOMAN UP in your life. Now … Continue reading Dear women,