Being With You

Somewhere deep in my subconscious is a nagging doubt. When it rises, I fling it to the furthest corner of my mind, where it rots and festers. I don’t care. I’m well-versed in denial. “What are you thinking?” you ask, snuggling more deeply into my arms. “Nothing. Just… I don’t want this to end.” YouContinue reading “Being With You”

Painful Love

            We met in the smoldering ruins of past relationships. I found your eyes as you sat in your rickety chair, relating your exquisite pain. How could I forget the unmistakable mustiness of the room, the scraping of metal folding chairs or the burnt coffee served in Styrofoam cups? It could have been any circleContinue reading “Painful Love”