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Is It Love?Is it love?
Could it possibly be?
What is love is a question I, myself, used to ask constantly,
But now, finally, I begin to see.
Love is when you answer the door, and hope it's that someone waiting outside
and it's when you feel disappointment when it's not.
Love is when you see an unopened email and pray, and pray, and pray that it's them
and when you feel tears forming when it's just another advertisement
Love is when you're running your daily errands,
and see a familiar figure down the isle of a liquor store,
and you walk more quickly than usual, to see if it's true,
and upon realizing that figure was just a stranger, you gra
"Nightmare" . Part 2. The day was a blur for Maggie Roberts; but this was not unusual for her. At least, it wasn't unusual nowadays.
She knew where she was, of course, reality hadn't blurred completely quite yet. She realized Nick was by her side, attempting and failing miserably to flirt with her the whole time her was in her presence; but things seemed to move slowly. She would glance at her watch on occasion while wandering through town with Nick, and wonder, It's not even noon?. People passed by Maggie, but she didn't seem to acknowledge their presence, really. She would bump shoulders with someone while walking by and not give even a word of apology. She
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More