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I can’t describe it When you hug me tight But there’s something about your touch That makes me feel safe at night The glow on your face The look in your eyes The tenderness of your voice You can’t be replaced Maybe you didn’t have me But I don’t care If I held that against you It wouldn’t be fair Because I love you so much And I always will Words can’t express How I really feel I still call you Miss Lori But I want you to know You’re really m
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A poem about faith in the face of uncertainty
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We just got the news and I feel real numb I have to accept Whatever’s to come Now everyone’s worried and my dad looks scared But my only worry is if I’ll lose my hair You see I won’t cry and I won’t give up Because I’m a fighter I have to live up To the standards I’ve set I won’t ever let up If it’s Gods plan for me to die Then Glory be to God and you won’t see me cry I won’t question His will I have way too much faith I’ll go like a so
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Given the fact that they’re barely a year apart in age, one would think that Lexi and Marti would be at each other’s throats more often than they were. I mean, yeah, there are the occasional taunts and arguments that go with any sibling pair, but it could definitely be a lot worse. I suppose, though, that over the years they’ve had to learn to respect each other’s boundaries. Otherwise, how would they ever have a moments peace? Gerald promised Lexi that he’d take some time out of our schedu
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Going back to college, even if it was only for recreational purposes, was more of an undertaking than it originally sounded like. Our plan was to take a couple of easy elective classes for the fun of it, maybe meet some new people in the process, and just take things easy for a change. I guess it’s true what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men, because from the get go, I found myself outpaced by my much younger, much savvier classmates. Luckily, I had Gerald to lean on, and bei
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Unfinished business can be a hell of an obstacle. Sometimes it can stop your entire life in its tracks. An unpaid bill can prevent you from purchasing a house, a car, a boat, or something else you might have been planning on and budgeting for. An unresolved fight with your lover can disrupt your plans for a restful night of sleep, or a productive day at work. A job one might have started and didn't finish for any number of reasons can cost a person a lot of money, and earn them a reputation that
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From the passenger seat of Gerald’s 350Z, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of importance as we blazed down the interstate at eighty miles an hour. For whatever reason, it seemed like people were moving over for us, and those who didn't make way as we came up from behind were in a perfect spot for us to simply go around them without losing any speed. Not that we were in any kind of a hurry, though. We were both fresh out of B. Croft and Bull with brand new suits, and before we pulled off, Gera
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“Dennis, things are more black and white than you’re willing to accept,” my dad said, prompting me to furrow my brow and give him a sideways stare. “What makes you think otherwise?” “Because it’s not there, dad,” I argued, and he gave me his own sideways glance. “I’ve been fighting dealing with this for years. It’s the reality I’ve always been confronted with.” “I think you’ve been painting your own picture, son,” my dad answered, shaking his head at me. “Tell me what you think it is that
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The clock was counting down for Gerald and I, and we both knew it. As we sat across from each other, I couldn’t help but wonder what he was experiencing at the moment. I for one was taken by our surroundings, the cool feeling of new leather against the back of my light blue button down accented by the relaxing trickle of a miniature indoor fountain. For a moment, I was able to close my eyes and pretend that we were back in Luray, enjoying the serenity of the time away we took, where not a worry
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If I’ve ever talked to two people that I literally despised, it would have been Gerald’s parent’s. They were rude, short with me on the phone, combative and very accusatory about my motives. The only thing I wanted was for them to provide me with the details of the expenses they incurred while Gerald was in college, and the only thing they wanted to do was fight. Every time I asked them to either mail or fax over copies of his student bills and other statements they had, they would put up the sa
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“He looks so peaceful,” my mom said through her tears, looking down into the casket that we were standing in front of. She was right too, he did look peaceful. I couldn’t get over it, though, and as peaceful as he looked, I was inconsolable. Behind me was my father, massaging my left shoulder, trying to help me summon the strength I needed to face this moment. It was a moment I still couldn’t reconcile in my mind. How did it happen so abruptly? Why Gerald? Why not me? He didn’t deserve it.
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“Are you hungry babe?” Gerald asked as he reached into the back seat for what was left of our picnic lunch. “There’s some chicken left.” “Is there a thigh?” I asked, keeping my eyes on the foggy road ahead of me. Out of the corner of my eye, though, I could see him rummaging through the bag of food, trying to find a chicken thigh for me to have. Finally, he shook his head. “There’s a leg,” he answered. “I guess,” I said, settling on the only offering of dark meat available. “There’s
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“Dennis, there’s no real difference between a hamburger bun and regular bread,” Gerald said, looking hopefully at me. I knew he didn't mean what he was saying, though. He just didn't want to hurt my mom’s feelings. I cut my eyes his way and grinned, and then I looked at the pile of hamburgers my mom prepared at the last minute, and sighed. “You’re right,” I relented. “Dad, I think mom did a great job with dinner, especially considering the circumstances.” “Oh, you two are just kissing her
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“Hey sweetie, you want to go for a walk?” I asked, resting my hands on Gerald’s shoulders and leaning down to plant a kiss on the top of his head. At the moment, he was facing away from me, seated at the table with his laptop open, steadfastly working away at an Excel worksheet. He brought his head back so that he was looking straight up at me, and with a sweet smile, he declined my offer. “Sorry babe, I have a lot to do today,” he said. “We can do lunch later if you want.” The weather out
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When I was a little kid, around eleven or twelve I’d say, I took a drink from my dad’s can of Fresca. I specifically remember the circumstances of the moment, because I had just been stuffing my face with a batch of cookies my mom baked. To me, nothing washes down a stack of three or four warm cookies like an ice-cold swig of soda, so I didn't think twice about reaching for my dad’s drink, which was mere inches from my grasp. Fresca’s a soda with an appeal I can’t describe. It’s fruity, it’s
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“It’s starting,” were the only two words I could muster over the phone to Donald Fasola as I sat in my car on my lunch hour. I took care to drive to a remote location, but I still couldn’t shake the awful, almost paranoid feeling that I was being watched. “Tell me what they’re doing,” he instructed me, and I had to take a deep breath before I went on. The day before, when I locked my office and went home, I was given no indication that my security access would be so limited the next day. T
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I guess one of the best things about the day and age we happen to live in is the gift of booking a room online and getting a bargain. Rooms at The Watergate Hotel don’t come on the cheap, but I paid a lot less than I expected for a suite overlooking the Potomac. Gerald and I left work early on Friday, just after the clock struck noon, and started our weekend. I got up early on Friday morning, knowing that the odds of finding a decent room anywhere in DC on such short notice was going to be a ch
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As I drove west, I felt as if I were the only motorist on the road. In reality, there were cars all around me, braking and changing lanes, their owners trying to reach their destinations. In my mind, though, I was alone. The sky was gray and the autumn wind was whipping leaves around that had fallen, carrying them along the sidewalk, as if they were taking them to some predestined location. Yet, all of that wasn’t there. At 2PM on Wednesday afternoon, all I could see was the glow of the build
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“Dennis, you’ll fill yourself up before dinner,” my mom scolded me as I set the empty Coors bottle on the table and waved the waiter over to our table. “Judy, let him be,” my dad said, rolling his eyes. “He’s a big boy. I’m sure he knows when he’s had enough.” “Well he doesn’t need to be drinking and driving,” my mom countered, shooting my dad a look of disapproval. “I’m driving tonight Mrs. Mead,” Gerald said politely, a sweet smile spreading over his face as he addressed her. “I’m not
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Dennis Mead has spent his entire adult life running away from commitment, but a workplace romance might prove to be his foil.
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I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve never been much of an advocate. I mean, yeah, I’ve seen videos of Gay Pride parades and wondered to myself what it would be like to actually march in one, but to tell the truth, I’ve held a deep prejudice against them for most of my life. They’re always portrayed on television and the news as out of control drag parties, so I took offense because I always felt like they served to drag our cause down. I guess the thing is, I’ve never actually stopped and th
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There’s something telling about the bottom of a bottle. I think the story might be in the sorrows that one might drown in it. Sometimes, the good times had by those who enjoy the company of others. Of course, it’s a different story altogether when the empty bottle becomes part of a growing collection at the foot of somebody’s garbage can, a collection that’s sure to grow in the days, weeks and months ahead. I once knew a man who lost his job and drank himself to an unconscious state each and
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I’m a firm believer in the notion that there’s always more than meets the eye. I really think it applies to practically every situation we come across in our lives, whether it’s professional or personal, public or private. We always see the obvious, even when it seems to be such a superfluous detail that we glance right over it. It’s still there for all to see, pretty or not. Scratches on the surface aren’t always a flattering sight, but like the elephant in the room, we can’t avoid their pre
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“Gerald, you need to calm down,” I said, trying to be rational in the face of his hysteria, but there was no getting through to him, especially at two in the morning. “How?” he demanded tearfully, and all I could do was wrap my arms around him sympathetically. “I feel like my life just went up in smoke. What now?” The look of devastation on Gerald’s face was gripping, and I felt horrible. Seeing him that way made me wonder how I would feel in a similar situation. I mean, yeah, I’ve had som
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I’ve never been one to put myself out there. I think I’ve always wanted to be on the scene with all of my friends, but never had the confidence to walk up to that one person who happened to catch my eye whenever such an occasion arose. In fact, all of my romantic encounters have pretty much consisted of one night stands and a non-committal exchange of phone numbers after the deed was done. I’d spent a few nights in the arms of another, but I usually regretted it the next day. Something about
