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July 2015 – Opened
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What I never said. He walks to his mailbox, opens it wide, and reaches inside to find the usual stack of mail. As he slowly walks back up the sidewalk, he sifts through and glances briefly at each envelope, already mentally sorting them into two neat little piles Keep and Toss. He stares at the now crinkled envelope between his hands; he holds it much too tightly. Her name is written in the top left corner. Her name. Her. His head falls back, and his cloudy eyes blink at the sky as he tri...He closes his...
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Unwelcome with Him – Opened
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What I never said. July 23, 2015. July 23, 2015. He walks to his mailbox, opens it wide, and reaches inside to find the usual stack of mail. As he slowly walks back up the sidewalk, he sifts through and glances briefly at each envelope, already mentally sorting them into two neat little piles Keep and Toss. He stares at the now crinkled envelope between his hands; he holds it much too tightly. Her name is written in the top left corner. Her name. Her. His head falls back, and his cloudy e...He closes his...
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Unwelcome with Him – Opened
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What I never said. July 23, 2015. July 23, 2015. He walks to his mailbox, opens it wide, and reaches inside to find the usual stack of mail. As he slowly walks back up the sidewalk, he sifts through and glances briefly at each envelope, already mentally sorting them into two neat little piles Keep and Toss. He stares at the now crinkled envelope between his hands; he holds it much too tightly. Her name is written in the top left corner. Her name. Her. His head falls back, and his cloudy e...He closes his...
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Power Outage – Opened
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What I never said. June 30, 2015. Out went the lights, and only fire wrote anything worth knowing. Just a girl bleeding at a typewriter. "There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." - Ernest Hemingway View all posts by shandicane. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Love Stories and Something More – Opened
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What I never said. Love Stories and Something More. July 3, 2015. July 3, 2015. My dad started asking around about her, trying to figure out who she was, even talking to her pastor about her. Every time he tells the story, he just talks about how there was. About her. He hadn’t even talked to her yet, but her mere presence had made an impression and shaken him up. The thing that strikes me the most every single time about their story is how. Wedding anniversary this August. A beautiful face, something un...
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What I never said. The light likes to play and enchant the empty places, and I like to watch it dance away the dark. August 26, 2015. August 26, 2015. To: Mr. Right. August 24, 2015. Read too much into it. You won’t be wrong. August 24, 2015. He walks to his mailbox, opens it wide, and reaches inside to find the usual stack of mail. As he slowly walks back up the sidewalk, he sifts through and glances briefly at each envelope, already mentally sorting them into two neat little piles Keep and Toss. He sta...
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shandicane – Opened
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What I never said. I do not know him. But I do know that when he thinks or listens intently, he pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and worries it with his teeth before releasing it. I know his eyelashes brush against his high cheekbones when he looks down and away, and I know his brown eyes are too endlessly dark to ever find your way out of once you’ve tumbled in, too like the rabbit hole to not lead somewhere sparkling and strange. I know the intensity of his freedom can be too much. I know I am just ...
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The Forte of Our Story – Opened
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What I never said. The Forte of Our Story. June 30, 2015. The last lie you told me was I love you. Remember how, just minutes later, you had different words coating your tongue? I do Or no, perhaps the last lie you told me was the embrace you took me in when you walked through the front door as I asked, How was your day? I was Baby, what’s wrong? Ironic, isn’t it? I was loving you as you were leaving me. But I guess that’s been. I learned the art of saying goodbye for good because I could no longer live ...
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To: Unkept Secrets – Opened
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What I never said. July 13, 2015. July 13, 2015. Just a girl bleeding at a typewriter. "There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." - Ernest Hemingway View all posts by shandicane. Love Stories and Something More. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out.
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Contradiction – Opened
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What I never said. June 30, 2015. I called you a liar, but I realize now that it’s more complicated than that. Really, you’re a breathing no, a suffocating contradiction. Oh, and it must be tiring. No, exhilarating. Yes, it must be exciting. No, terrifying. So terrifying. Why I tore up your letters. Because every I love you meant nothing or something or everything. I cannot be certain. (Neither can you.) But I. To be certain. Meant what? The Forte of Our Story. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Fill in your de...
