Jessica Dixon
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"Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on." -Louis L'Amour
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An Image
The sun shines brightly in the sky as your rough hand holds my smooth one. The rays of the sun and of your love warming my heart. The water pulling me along with you. Wind and whispers mix together speaking the sweet words of "I love you, will you marry me," as the waves crash along soft sand. Waves that will soon wash those sweet words and memories away. The waves feel heavy. Heartbroken feet crunch along pebbles and shells while children laugh and play. The breeze feels fresh but tastes like salt as I remember: That was all in the past.
By Jessica Dixon8 years ago in Poets
Somewhere In-Between
I don't know really how to explain this. I am going to do it the best way I can and hope that someone understands. I am stuck somewhere in-between brokenhearted and independent. I firmly and strongly believe that I can be happy without having a life partner. I don't need him, I may not even want him. I am happy with being single, with having just me to pay for and worry about. I'm content with just spending time with my family and friends and not having another whole set of family and friends to worry about. I'm happy not to deal with the relationship drama that I hear so often from my friends. So I would say I'm pretty independent, I mean I am broke, but I am handling it on my own. Plus I am a pile of student loan debt. Who wants to marry into that?
By Jessica Dixon8 years ago in Humans
