Sometimes they say don’t fuck with me. Sometimes they say, I see you and what you’re doing, please stop. Or please don’t stop. Sometimes they say I love you. Sometimes they say please just love me. That is all I ever want.
Category: Reflections
The Next Chapter
“Before you act, listen.Before you read, think.Before you spend, earn.Before you criticize, wait.Before you pray, forgive.Before you quit, try.” ― Ernest Hemingway I want to be like Hemingway. I want a cool breeze, a stiff drink, and words flowing out of my head and onto paper. Words that have meaning. He had solitude as well, and… Continue reading The Next Chapter
Marks
He has never made a physical mark on my body, but he has marked me. Some of those are now gone. There is a part of our relationship that is no more, messages and comments and love shared through words and emojis. They have been wiped out. I think I understand why, but I am… Continue reading Marks
Take Me With You
I have mentioned a lot how hard long-distance and online dynamics can be. I have talked about how physical touch is a huge love language for me. But sometimes it is more than that. Sometimes you isolate yourself in a way because your hyper focusing on the dynamic and you lose some parts of you… Continue reading Take Me With You
Safety/Ramble/Vague Posting
If there ever was just an emotional ramble of words, this would be it. I am going to first apologize for that. There may be some good lessons here, and there may not be. You may know what I am talking about, or I may be too vague, trying to keep as much drama out… Continue reading Safety/Ramble/Vague Posting
Lisa Gray 