The Kiss..

Anticipation, the anticipation of a kiss is always the best part. I’ve read way too many romance novels and maybe I did have unrealistic expectations but I was so sure, so optimistic that with you there would be fireworks. So this pent up longing built and built and like a dam I thought I would … Continue reading The Kiss..


Sometimes. Sometimes I want to huff and puff and tear you down too. Sometimes I want to stand on the rooftops and yell to the world about this injustice. Sometimes I want to ask you; how dare you? How dare you do this to me, me??? Sometimes I want you to suffer like I have, … Continue reading Sometimes..