Andy sold his soul to the devil for the woman he loved. But she wasn’t just any woman. She was Charlene—beautiful, wonderful, vibrant Charlene, his
more love11:56 P.M., December 31, 2017 Alcohol tastes sweet in my mouth, and blue lights create pockets of ocean between my shoes. I feel like I’m
more loveI often find myself tied between the frames of my own reality, swaying between the certain and the feverish captivity of what is beyond. Voices
more loveMom’s work schedule had changed. She wasn’t home much and often sleepy even when she was around. Twelve-year-old-me wrote a letter saying I missed her,
more loveThe joy in Billie’s eyes reflected the warm, low, glow of the candles on the tables. Vince wanted only to gaze at her – to
more loveI sit beside sorrow heading crosstown, eyes straining to catch the address through iridescent drops pelting the windshield. I step off the tram and climb
more loveA party for my wife’s 34th birthday. I dance with the woman I crazily love. Is this why I threw the party? Back-up fiddles swirl:
more love“Isn’t this great, sweetie, inside Cinderella’s Castle? You love her story about the glass slipper I’ve read to you a hundred times.” David pointed. “See
more loveI grew up on a farm that stretched a mile in all directions. The stench of wet manure after a heavy rain, the chafe of
more loveThe first thing I noticed was the improper knot on his tie. He chose a large knot. It doesn’t fit. Every other man at the
more loveI burned all her letters. After 45 years, I burned all her letters. She was in love with love. I was in love with her.
more loveI’m spreading thin-cut marmalade on thick-sliced Mother’s Pride when you slam out of our High Barnet bathroom in your dressing gown. Although you insist with
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