In my dreams…

…we are happy. Extremely. Like no-care-in-the-world happy. And when I wake up and reality strikes, we are not. We’re just…. Fine.  And I don’t know if that’s supposed to be ok or not.   I’m always waiting for my subconscious to take over (despite my insomnia) because I can again let loose myself in myContinue reading “In my dreams…”

Why is it that I feel somehow like this?

She was in her own thoughts as he quietly left their apartment. Or should she say, her apartment. Suddenly she realized what she had given up. She had given up a man who was handsome, intelligent, charming, witty and rich for a man who was biding his time at her house pretending to be herContinue reading “Why is it that I feel somehow like this?”