Am I Dreaming?


I can’t put into words how I feel about Harry but there is something very different about it. I was preparing dinner when he got to the house and he opened the door and said, “Honey I’m home.” He was a complete vision of everything I wanted in that moment. Strong, manly, handsome, sexy, loving, caring, did I say sexy? Yeah. He feels like family to me. Like home. He lifted me into his arms and we kissed and I thought again, “Am I dreaming? Can this really be happening? This is really going to be real?”

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Stomping Out the Bad


So tonight I ran, and channeled all my frustration and angst into every step. My ex asking me if I’ve been practicing pool because he beat me the first two games at my sister’s party on Sunday. STOMP – gone. My ex laughing about the 8-ball shot he got with his eyes closed. STOMP – gone. The call I made to my mom the other day that went sour (need another whole blog to explain that one.) STOMP – gone.

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