They say forgiveness is a virtue, but I’d rather keep my anger.

I’d rather yell at you until I’m purple.

Scream the words I know will hurt you.

Be brave and bold, covered in rage.

Because I know the day I feel it, I’ll drown in sorrow.

Anger, I can do. But to be hurt, and to forgive, I dont have the strength to survive that. And I’d rather keep my anger....

Was it that like?

Responding to a text and putting it out of your mind. Me? I spend ten minutes on just one text. Reply, re-reread, rehearse, repeat. Until I’ve drilled it into my mind. Well, I wouldn’t want to miss any details, wouldn’t want to have you think I ignored you, or get the date and time of our next hangout wrong.

Getting an invite and acknowledging it only once to know it’s been p...

Ah, January. A breath of fresh air.

February. Eh, feels like Tuesday.

March is hopeful. Anticipating something good.

Don’t forget April showers.

Finally, May flowers. The moment we’ve been waiting for.

June. Yup, this is what I’m talking about.

Hey, July. I’ve been waiting for you. It’s the second half.

So many conflicting feelings in August.

Mourning summer and awaiting the fall. S...