Innocent. I swear.
See who’s being sinful here.
Month: September 2015
Changes
I never pictured a future in which you and I didn’t exist.
You are still you.
And I am still me.
But you are you living in a world without me.
And I am existing in a world without you.
A world made dark and unbearable by the loss of you.
Oh bla di.
Oh bla da.
Life goes on…
People change.
You changed into a person who didn’t want me and I slowly let myself fade away.
Distance
She waited impatiently for the text she was scared would never come, fighting sleep in the hopes that he hadn’t fallen asleep and forgotten about her.
“Maybe he’s over you.”
No. She couldn’t think that. He loved her. He said so. He couldn’t be so cruel as to forget to say goodnight to her.
“When was the last time he did that?”
It’d been a while. She just assumed that since they’d been talking for such a long time he’d fallen out of the habit. But she’d texted him first. Hoping he would at least smile and reply.
“He won’t.”
The small voice in the back of her mind had slowly gotten louder in the past year. And his voice and his interest had slowly diminished.
They were drifting apart, and she wasn’t ready for what that could mean.
She set her phone on the nightstand and let sleep overcome her.
Travels with Jenny
I love to drive.
When you’ve been driving for most of your life the car becomes a natural extension of your body and controlling it becomes effortless.
I love to drive.
But I don’t mean driving around the crowded and congested streets and expressways of Chicago. I mean driving across long expanses of highway taking me from city to city and state to state.
I love driving long distances and watching the terrain change from flat to hilly, from hilly to mountainous.
I love driving across huge bridges, crossing rivers and passing over valleys.
I love driving and daydreaming about the men that laid down these roads. The people that connected our country from coast to coast.
And it boggles my mind to think that someone said, “man, this mountain is in the way, let me just cut through it.”
While driving I fall in love with the land of this humongous country and think of how crossing through one state is the equivalent of crossing through the whole of Europe.
I’m a romantic.
I’m in love with the idea of wide open spaces and Americana.
In a country founded by immigrants from around the world there is little culture that is uniquely American.
But I think of baseball and apple pie. Of fireworks and the stars and stripes. Of road trips and wanderlust. And I crave discovering the America that is just our own.
Not the America portrayed in movies and television. But the hidden America found in small towns off the beaten path.
I want to find the “America the beautiful.” The deserts and lush forests. The farmlands and the swamps. The beaches and canyons. And bask in the country my parents decided to leave their home for.
That is my goal.
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