Confessions of a Bookaholic

by Joslyn Westbrook

I mean, reading had always provided me a literary getaway, and writing reviews about fictional escapes was the cherry on top.

“If two hearts are destined together, love isn’t going anywhere.”

So it’s been said…when you write, sorrows disappear.

When you read,sorrows disappear…

A tall, slim, flawless-bodied Barbie Girl, while I’m more of a petite, snack-loving Carbie Girl.

I too am in love with someone who shall never be mine…

Macy was in love with me, the newly engaged asshat.

Albert Einstein once said, a clever person solves a problem, but a wise person avoids it.

Turning to face me, AJ’s unconcealed perusal leveled onto mine. “She’s not Macy.”

Truth is what one avoids when trying to keep emotions in check, afraid of facing its ensuing consequences.

Don’t get me wrong, Harper’s definitely got it goin’ on. Cute, dope body…yadda yadda yadda. But everyone except you”—he punched my shoulder—“can see your whole demeanor shift whenever Macy’s around. You actually glow like that effing vampire pretty boy in Twilight.” He removed his ball cap to scratch his head, then slapped it back into place. “What more can I say, man? You pulled a shock-and-awe by proposing to Harper and I kicked myself for not opening my mouth about it before, telling you what a dumb-ass you were for hooking up with someone like Harper instead of Macy. I mean, she’s not your person, your ride or die. Plus, most times, she acts like a stuck-up B.”

“Macy,” he murmured, commanding my chin up with the tip of his index finger. “Look at me.” Oh, how difficult it was to defy the appeal as he inched closer, his chair scraping the linoleum beneath it.

The world, and everything in it, moves at a snail’s pace when you’re trying to get somewhere.

For real though

how cute she looked, head tilted, cheeks suddenly beaming a bright shade of pink.

“Is she the blonde who was in here with you earlier? Because the nurses all joked about how your heart rate sped up the whole time she was in here, then settled back down a few minutes after she left.” He chuckled, noting something on my chart. “Just be sure to keep things friendly between the two of you while you recover.” “Not even one kiss?” I asked on behalf of my impatient lips, curious to know how Macy tasted. “If all best friends looked like her, one kiss wouldn’t be enough.”

Y’allllllll 🫠🫠

My advice to everyone is, don’t try to nurse a broken heart while living far away from friends and family. Nights at home were bad; they were when I missed Lucas the most.

Dear Digital Diary, What do you give a man who’s given you the world? Well, how about a little slice of heaven he’ll get to hold in his arms nine months from now…