Life As I Know It

“It didn’t make you noble to step away from something that wasn’t working; even if you thought you were the reason for the malfunction. Especially then. It just made you a quitter. Because if you were the problem, chances were you could also be the solution. The only way to find out was to take another shot.” – Sarah Dessen “Maybe letting someone go is the best chance you have for them to come back?” He asked me. I know what he wanted me to say. To give him a sure answer that she would come back. That it was that simple. I’d always been that person for him, the one who reassured him against all odds. But in that moment every cynical bone in my body wanted to speak out and say: “Love is a load of crap, Run.” It’s funny how altering a personality can be after a series of failed relationships. But instead I looked at him intently; I bit my lip, as I do in deep thought. He’d recently come to the realization that the person he loved most in this world was the same person h...

The following story is dedicated to a dear friend who never gave up the fight and found love was waiting for him only an Ocean away...   “Maybe I’m attracted to drama” he says sarcastically. “More like drama is attracted to you.” I reply jokingly. And we sit and talk on the phone for hours about how he finds himself in the same predicament always. He’s the type that falls in love with someone with a lot of insecurities. The type of girl who is too young to know what she wants and needs and often tries to flee from his hands. This is his type and the reason why, though a charming, handsome, and successful man, can’t find someone to love Later that day I get to thinking about relationships and about those developed “types” that we all have. For as long as I can remember I’ve dated the tall dark and handsome type. With one exception. But those are looks. What I’m really getting at is the type of person you usually go for. Their traits, their personality. Which is yours? Do you al...

We sat in a café talking away the spring afternoon. We were mid deep into a discussion about friendships. She told me her story. The one about her “Best friend” and how overnight they had a fall out and where now barely speaking. She told me of her many attempts to mend the friendship, and though no matter how much time had transpired how she didn’t give up hope that her friend would come around. “How can someone just do that? Don’t promises and vows mean anything anymore?” “If I’ve learned anything about friendships is that you can’t force someone to want to be your friend. You don’t control their heart. If they want out, they’ll find the lamest excuse to exit” “It really makes me sad that with the wave of hand someone can just give up on you, for no apparent reason at all.” “I think that’s one of those startling realities we face as we grow older. Best friends aren’t Forever. People will come and go. Some will hurt us. Some will use us. Some will simply let us down in ex...

It’s not every day you lose your heart. But it’s also not every day that you find yourself again. The following story is that of a beautiful soul who day by day gets stronger. Who with every turn of a page in her story finds peace and forgiveness. Whose learn that the love that matters most is the one that happens within herself. It’s a warm and sunny day. A rather strange phenomenon. An almost spring day right in the middle of winter. But this is Texas and the weather here changes every 10 minutes. I find myself with a dear friend talking away the morning. Sitting out on the patio of my favorite coffee shop, the bustling of the city is all around us. Doors opening and closing, people’s chatter, and cars on a nearby street are passing by. I smile and pick up a dandelion next to my feet. And look up to realize she’s all ready in tears. And her story begins to pour out of her. “Have you ever been in a room full of people, and still feel terribly lonely? I feel like that often, ...

“The hardest part about walking away from someone is no matter how slow you go… that someone will never run after you” – she sighed.    She fell in love for the very first time with a man who loved her dearly. But life, time, and struggles took a toll on what seemed to be a story fit for a fairy tale ending. They’re flame blew out, and their love collapsed. “Why Miriam!? How!? What did I do wrong!? Is this how it ends!? I feel like that Movie with Jennifer Aniston “The Break-up.” Where in the ending you are fooled into believing that their love will be enough to bring them together but instead the credits go up. You would think things would have happened differently!!!” She said in desperation as a tear runs down her face.   You would think things would happen differently! That an ending like that deserves to be rewritten. There are some endings that are difficult to understand and even cope with. But that’s the thing about life. Some things just are. And not a power...

We sat in my living room catching up as he worked on my computer. We’d been friends for so long I could tell when something was bothering him. Minutes later we were consumed in conversation about his past love. He wanted to move on. He wanted to forget her. He even wished he’d never met her. “I wish I could just delete her the way you do browsing history on the computer.” He said quite defeated. I smiled. “If only it was that simple” He fell in love with a girl that never really loved him back. He spent years trying to win her heart and he lost himself in her. She built him up only to let him fall till all he had left were broken promises and a broken heart. It took him a while to reconcile with the idea that she was never meant for him. He pointed at the delete button and clicked “Just like that” This got me thinking… Could it all ever really be gone? Or are there microscopic traces left behind? Encrypted messages left reeling within us. Maybe not always visible, but always ...

From one of my favorite movies. Splendor in the Grass. "That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind." ---William Wordsworth