My Sister’s Grave

I stood in front of the gravestone and stared. This person was a part of my family. She had the same parents as me, similar DNA to me. If I ever needed a kidney transplant, she’d be the most viable option. If she needed a kidney transplant, I would be the most viable option. I…

always remember…

You don’t ever have to love someone enough for the both of you. Love needs to be shared. One person cannot love for two, while the other feels no love at all. That’s cheating in the most simplest and basic of ways. Don’t you ever love someone that much. It only destroys you. ~going back to…

SEASONS

Spring The season of firsts. The first cherry blossom, first blooming buds, first light showers of rain, and for me and you, the first page. The season of beginning. Beginning of new life, new year and for me and you, the beginning of a new story.

i’m running out of excuses

(Important announcement at the end of this sorry excuse for a blog post) And the world’s worst blogger award goes to…..