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February 25 - February 26, 2025
But, I suppose the trouble with hope is that it’s nothing more than a feeling, and feelings are fleeting. Names are eternal, but feelings don’t last forever.
You think you know what’s coming, but you never really do. And sometimes, when you think something is coming to an end, it’s actually the beginning of something beautiful.
I’m not a stalker. Not technically. Well, maybe technically—I need to look up the exact definition—but my intentions are far from sinister, and that’s what counts.
This is me 🤣
There’s a certain kind of magic in sharing something soul-deep with someone else. It’s almost like you’re making an imprint on their soul.
❤️
Deceptive Cadence: When you think something is coming to an end, it’s actually the beginning of something beautiful.
When you care about someone, you worry about them, no matter what. That’s just the way it is.
“How are you like this without coffee?” “Like what?” “Like a kitten that just O.D.’d on catnip.”
Some things aren’t meant for us to get over.”
“I just mean…not everything that makes us hurt needs to be forgotten or banished. It hurts because it mattered. And things that mattered once, will always matter,”
He tosses a twenty-dollar bill atop the bar counter as he stands, and before he turns to leave, he swipes up the napkin that holds Nash’s note and crumples it in his fist. Then he turns to me. He turns to me ever so slightly, the musk of his cologne fusing with the spell of his next words. “You sing like a fucking angel.”
I’ve always been a sucker for the things deemed less desirable.
Old age is not a disability; it’s a gift.
Words of wisdom
“I’m jealous of your eye candy. My receptionist looks like we purchased him off Wish dot com and he got lost in the mail.”
Everyday at the time clock
“I haven’t had sex in two years, Lucy.” I gasp before my mouth snaps shut. Cal tosses the papers on a shelf and turns toward me, his eyes flaring. Wild and magnetic. Burning into me like violent embers. He takes a single step forward until he’s only inches away and sweeps his gaze across my face. And then he says in a low, steady voice, “God help the woman who breaks that streak.”
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Before I can inhale another breath, one arm dips beneath my knees while the other cradles my back. He lifts me in the air and pulls me to him, whispering, “Fuck, sunshine, I got you.”
I’m not a rough, dirty sex kind of a girl, and that’s probably what he likes.” She just laughs at me in that Alyssa way. Floaty and feminine with a touch of audacity. “Lucy, you are that girl. Every one of us is that girl with the right man.”
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Cranky, unapproachable, tattoo-covered Cal has a kitten named Cricket. My reproductive parts perk up with interest in the same way Kiki does when she spots a squirrel in the yard.
“She thinks we’re sleeping together.” How? How does he always do that? He sees me start to fluster and cuts in. “Your mother always talks like she’s trying to speak over a pod of sperm whales partaking in a fire drill. I heard.”
Cal glances over his shoulder as he finally deposits my duffel on his dining table. “Told you I had a kitten. She’s still a little shy, so don’t take offense.” “Oh my God, she’s precious.” And then—and then—Cal scoops her up, this itty-bitty ball of ivory fur held snugly in his vein-lined, ink-spattered arms of steel, and I swoon. I actually, legitimately swoon. “You’re swooning,” Cal says. The kitten wiggles from his grip to climb his chest, stretching her chocolate-speckled paws over his shoulder. My eyes are surely shaped like animated hearts as I watch them interact. “I – I’m sorry, I
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I wet my lips and say, “I already like you.” It was supposed to sound sweet and reassuring, like, “hey, you’re not an asshole,” but it comes off like I just told him to tie me to his bedpost, strip me bare, and call me his very good girl.
And love? Love has teeth. Love will eat us both alive.
“A-are you going to kiss me?” “I’m going to do a lot more than kiss you.” Bending down, his rough stubble tickles the side of my cheek as he murmurs against my ear, “I’m going to destroy you, Lucy. In the best fucking way.”
I choose to be happy because being sad spoils the little time we have here,”
What does happiness look like after inconceivable loss? It doesn’t look the same as it used to, that’s for sure.
Things that make us sad aren’t all bad. Sometimes, sad things serve as a gentle reminder that we still feel.
“A girl as sweet as you shouldn’t look like sin,” he murmurs, voice full of grit. “Brings me to my goddamn knees.”
“Want to know why I have those jingle bells at the shop?” My breath all but stops as I open my eyes and wait. The jingle bells shake again. “Every time that door would open, I’d think of you.”
“I know I said I was going to back off,” he murmurs right into my ear. “But I assure you…this is me using an unbearable amount of restraint.” Me, too. Me goddamn too.
Alyssa bought me the newest KitchenAid mixer in rose pink, along with her great grandmother’s handwritten recipe card for key lime cookies. It was such a thoughtful gift.
What a grand idea!!
