DD – 19 Years

Dear Diary, It’s odd how things can sneak up on you at times. Things you haven’t thought about in years that suddenly break you all over again. Yesterday was an anniversary of sorts. 19 years ago yesterday the Rock Man proposed to me for a second time. The time...

DD – Romance

Dear Diary, I miss romance. I do. No matter how often I say I’m happy without it, I’m not. Romance makes my heart happy. The small thoughtful things a lover does just to let you know he cares. They go a long way. They are what I find romantic....

DD – Paving Roads

Dear Diary, I’ve been thinking about The Paver lately and wondering what that means. I know it has nothing to do with him personally, but maybe processing my thoughts on his concept of paving roads. Right, he paves roads. Roads he says he never intends to use.  I caught...

DD – He’s Married

Dear Diary, I hate that he got married. It isn’t like I thought we would ever get married, but I did think we were heading towards something more serious. More than friends, more than friends with benefits. I thought, I felt, that we would get serious with each other....

DD – Sunday Morning

Dear Diary, It’s Sunday morning, just after 10:30, and I am laying here in someone else’s bed thinking about Him. How fucking pathetic is that? I’ve spent the weekend with a new friend, having had some truly fantastic sex, and right now all I want to do is share it with Him...

DD – Goodbye Nanny C

Dear Diary, My grandmother, Nanny C, passed away last night. She went to bed for the night and never woke up. The best way to go if you ask me. I’ve been sitting here thinking about her for the past few hours. She was a force of nature that woman....

DD – Dreams & Guns

Dear Diary, I had several dreams last night. Good dreams and an odd dream. He was in one and I shared it with him earlier this afternoon. He had no response. When I asked him if it was a good dream or not he did come back and say...

DD – When?

Dear Diary, When will it get easier? Does it? I honestly don’t know. It takes all my willpower not to message him every day and not because it became a habit, wich it was, but because I still want to share my life with him. I want to share...