If it goes well, it’ll be wonderful. If it doesn’t? It’s been wonderful.
“I love you” seemed so easy to say. It was just three little words and you told it to your parents everyday. You told it to him because it was the truth. He was your best friend and the casual “hello”s and simple “I love you”s were just your everyday things. At first it was tough because…
I’m not very good at talking. My brain can’t function when you ask me something and it’s so difficult to tell you what I want to say when my brain doesn’t have the right words for me. My head gets stuck with a million responses and words and it’s difficult to tell you about my day or ask you about yours. I’m not…
You first encountered it in the kitchen. It was brilliant and bright. It helped make food and you wanted to touch it. Of course you did. How magical would it be to touch the amazing thing that helped your parents make the wonderful meals you had every day? And then it burned. It hurt you and you couldn’t understand…
Click. You open another window and scroll through the contents.
Click. Close out. There’s nothing on that site anyways.
Ding! A new message from a good friend.
A sudden gasping breath. HUH
A hand on your heart in failed attempt to keep it steady. Boom.
A dream. Boom.
No. A nightmare. Boom.
Worse. A reality. Boom.