this monotonous life: i thought I would be the one traveling the world. one city a year, in and out of love, never living in the past. these past twenty years all spent in one place. I had dreams of city lofts, houses by the beach. weddings, children, holding hands skipping far away. hopeful, openContinue reading “strong enough”
what is a boyfriend? he’s not a sweater or jeans but he is missing.
i am one person | in a sea of one thousand | how will he find me?