We talk on the phone almost every Friday. It’s always the same drill. Mostly I describe my whole week by telling stories & other things that I think will interest him. Whether he laughs or not, it’s up to him. I mean, that’s the whole point of telling him, in order to make him laugh. Most of the time, he responds with “nothing much has … Continue reading I have nothing for him & his “secret plan.”
There’s a line that begins to form at work. But, it’s not so uncontrollable that I can’t handle it. After all, there is someone else there to help, but he’s busy at the time. This ended up being a good thing because then I wouldn’t have been able to talk to mr. cutie. I’m waiting on customers when my eye catches these two guys. The … Continue reading I’ll be ready soon.
As the sunlight shines through my discolored blinds, I feel weird. I feel different this morning when I woke up to 94.5 pst. I can’t really describe it to you. It’s more of a calm, at peace feeling. There’s silence. This allows you to sit and think about every thought imaginable. Except, there might be the occasional fire engine or ambulance or bird that pokes … Continue reading Please.. just leave!
You know how something happens and it gives you inspiration to write? Well, whenever I hang out with him, afterward, I feel as if I can describe everything around me, including the way he looks at me, what we did, how I felt. I FEEL the urge to write, to recall all of the facts that happened, all of them. It’s not to say that … Continue reading Writing & learning go hand in hand.
I look at the clock, which strikes 8:00 pm, when he will come visit me at work. We had such a great encounter the last time we saw each other, so I figured it would be the same. I see him, smile & greet him. We walk downstairs and the stares from my co-workers begin. Honestly, I didn’t even take into account that they would … Continue reading I regret it.
He walks in and laughs a little as my parents greet him with a joke,& remarks about something corny I might do, since it’s April Fool’s Day. I laugh to myself as he heads into my room with my chapstick that my mother told him to deliver to me. He tells me about an arabic song he sent me the other day. Him in his black … Continue reading There is nothing left for me to do.