He was nothing but nice to me, but I despised him because he had the misfortune to be born with your name, in your city, of your ethnicity, with your facial features.
Last night, I dreamed we were on vacation. I have no doubt this dream stemmed from the conversation we had before bed, in which we planned our 5 and 10 year anniversary trips. We promised that if after 5 years we were still dating, we'd venture abroad to Ireland. If we're still going strong in … Continue reading Dream Journal – The First Time I Said Yes