there goes my life
“Well, everything seems to be functional,” he muttered, kicking the tire. He silently hoped that the force of his foot would be enough to pop it... knock it off the axle... anything to keep that car in town. No such luck.
written: september 8, 2005

dial tone
Not wanting to spoil his surprise, Taylor didn't call Trisha to come open the door. Instead, he went straight to the door and crossed his fingers. Her doorman let him in the building without question - he said he'd recognized Taylor from his many previous visits. After thanking the doorman, Taylor took the elevator to her floor - six - and stopped in front of her apartment - Trisha Campbell, 612. He raised his right hand and knocked on the door while cradling the flowers in his left. No answer. Taylor heard strange scuffling sounds coming from the apartment. He pressed his ear to the door, instantly fearing for his girlfriend's safety. Taylor reached out to the doorknob. Unlocked.
written: october 28, 2003

amazing. .
Here they were, still in The Blue Rose, still in love, ten years later. Taylor hardly felt thirty four. When he was with Natalie, everyday felt like their first day. Though they'd had three more children - the twins Grace Zoe and Anabella Diana who were twelve and Zachary Clarke who was nine, along with Ez who was now fourteen - they still hadn't a care in the world.
written: october 23, 2003

if you*re gone
I can't be sure of what happened exactly to make her leave. I don't think I'll ever be sure. I can't even remember if I asked her why. But I do remember the day she left me...and I'll never ever forget it.
written: circa 1999