There are so many reasons why I love writing, little ones, like the sound of my nails as they click away on the keyboard, the perfect rhythm of long fingers. I love seeing words appear, of misspelling and respelling.  Writing is eternal, no matter how much progress you have made, it will always be there to finish, always be there to change. The only form of time travel I know of, I can be everywhere and nowhere at the same time. 

I love that even though words are the basis of how humans express their feelings putting them to paper automatically makes it different, more precious and permeant, even though it can be erased with my ring finger or a swipe of a black pen. 

My writing starts in my imagination, and after that first draft is done it is tossed into the endless sea of stray papers and stories, of chapters fully realized but never recorded and characters that will never truly be born.  Its the feelings I will never utter, the anger I will never express.  Wishes and fears too terrifying to dream about. 

What I love most about writing  is no matter how long I stop, no matter how long I leave the unrealized pages in the endless ocean I can always return and pick up where I left off. 

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She was the kind of girl that made men think, made them imagine and fantasize. Long dark hair and empty eyes, boyfriends would vanish and be found in a dark corner of the patio, offering their jacket and lighting her cigarette. She was the one who eyes followed everywhere she went, and without meaning to or caring, the cause of fights between couples. To her it was being friendly, girls would say that it was curves and tight skin that caused their boys thoughts to sway, really it was confidence and charm, little things like the flick of a hand and a thrown back, open mouthed laugh, intelligence and attention to detail.

They never thought of her, selfish little ones who assumed it was her goal in life to pillage and break when it was the last thing on her mind. All she wanted was to find her goal, someone who would keep up and finally charm her, finally be enough to fill that empty place on her thoughts, but the price was always too high. No one had enough.

Only two men have ever given me butterflies…  

Chilly Chilly Date Night

You and I will never exactly be the perfect fit, we are both far too reserved, or you’re reserved I just have trouble feeling in general. We work because neither of us have problems with that. We are so wrapped up in what is going on that we don’t need to cling, don’t need to worry. We both understand that when it ends there will still be a future. That is why we stay so independent, it is a preparation. 

Maybe we have more in common than I thought. . 

Have you ever had a fantasy about trashing your entire office when everyone else is out? 

Yep. right here.