One Pink Line

I still loved him. I never stopped loving him, and never stopped hoping that he would fall back in love with me as well.

I don’t know why you’re crying… but I hope it’s because you’re as in love with me half as much as I am in love with you.

So, how’s big Kev?” “Oh, you mean my father?” “Yeah.” “He may be six-foot-five, but you’re a much bigger person, Dad.

The diaper bag, the car seat, the bottles, the pacifiers, the changing mat, the wipes, and all the toys in their primary colored glory; none of which would compliment my outfit.

One drunken evening filled with passion, carelessness and Jagermeister.

It’s a girl!” I was beaming. It was real. She was real. Inside of me was a little girl. One who would need guidance and love and self-esteem. A girl who would stand at my ankles and look up at me with reverence and admiration and expect that I would and could protect her from anything in the whole world. A delicate little lady who would one day ask me about life and death, and sex and love, and all of the scary things I had had to learn on my own. A little, sweet angel that would never have to question my love and support for her. A precious, innocent heart that was mine to care for and nurture. My little girl.

No, you weren’t an accident. You were absolutely meant to be in my life. It was just the means in which you came to me that were unexpected.

My mother was almost never wrong. Hard to believe, yet painfully true. And if perchance the stars failed to align, causing the earth to shift and her to be wrong, it was always best not to point it out to her.

take me without her. My campus apartment was very generic. Not

Sydney, I don’t know why you’re crying…but I hope it’s because you’re in love with me half as much as I’m in love with you,

He’s engaged, she can’t have kids, and this barren bitch is trying to take Grace instead!