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Left Side of the Bed

I sleep on the left side of the bed. I’m not even entirely sure how it happened, but as far as I remember it’s always been that way. When I say “left” I mean the view from standing at the foot of the bed, so it might be right to you instead. Regardless, I’ve always … Continue reading Left Side of the Bed

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Half the World Away

“My body feels young but my mind is very old. So what do you say? You can’t give me the dreams that are mine anyway. Half the world away…” ~Oasis I miss Ireland, the smell of rain in the air as I step off the plane, the kiss of sun just around the next bend, … Continue reading Half the World Away

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First Kiss

“A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.” ~Ingrid Bergman She was right there, as it seemed she always was, within arm’s length but untouchable, at least in my mind. I knew how often I thought about her in that way, but I had absolutely no clue … Continue reading First Kiss

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The Language of Things

Every relationship has an originality to it that defies explanation, but it can be seen in the subtle signals, in the secret code, and in the routines that separate the two within it from the rest of the world. No matter if the relationship is a short one or has some longevity there are always … Continue reading The Language of Things