Relationships – Page 4 – Sam's Online Journal

December 23, 2015December 23, 2015

The Definitions of Me

I’m defined by the people around me at any particular point in time. When I was young I was a brother and a son, and as I get older I have more definitions that all fit me in some way, shape, or form. I’ve been a boyfriend, a worker, a writer, then an author, a … Continue reading The Definitions of Me

October 6, 2015October 6, 2015

Shacking Up: Part 3

“The time between meeting and finally leaving is sometimes called falling in love.” ~Lisa Loeb We painted the back porch together, but separately. It was a labor of love, really. I wanted Payne’s Blue Gray, and she wanted a kind of traditional blue, so we compromised… and used the kind of traditional blue. I didn’t … Continue reading Shacking Up: Part 3

September 8, 2015September 8, 2015

The Bad “Date”

In order to explain why the Good Date was the one and only date I had with Jill (The Good Date), I have to go back a week prior to it. Or maybe I have to go back to the beginning of the semester. You see, I wasn’t going to classes back then. In fact, … Continue reading The Bad “Date”

September 3, 2015September 3, 2015

300 Writing Prompts: #110 (The Good Date)

“Write about an interesting date you have been on, good or bad.” We walked through West Philly, hand in hand, a little forward for a first date, but it wasn’t our first time being together so it was okay. Or at least that’s what we told ourselves. You see, we both worked at the campus … Continue reading 300 Writing Prompts: #110 (The Good Date)

July 23, 2015July 23, 2015

The Reacher

“Every good relationship has a reacher and a settler. One person reaches for someone out of their league, and the other person settles for someone out of theirs.” I am the reacher. I know it, and I’ve known it all along. Which is okay, because my wife doesn’t know she’s the settler. Shhh. Nobody tell … Continue reading The Reacher

July 11, 2015

Blurring Her Edges

She loves me with a fear That doesn’t discriminate Even when she looks away With that tear in her eye And I can’t judge her For that sense of apathy That creeps in sometimes Pain that looks like love Love that smells like hate And I can’t let her go This idea of who she … Continue reading Blurring Her Edges