Love Is Blind (And Not Just Because My Eyes Are Smaller)
Why is it so hard to believe that two people may fall in love, mutually respect each other, and be attracted to each other no matter their race?
Why is it so hard to believe that two people may fall in love, mutually respect each other, and be attracted to each other no matter their race?
“Ew, even her mom is gorgeous,” I complained. My roommate glanced over with mild interest then remarked, “Yeah. She looks like Halle Berry.”
One kid in the class vomited. The rest embraced abstinence.
I’m in no rush to become a grown ass woman. If we skip the nights of stumbling down dimly lit boulevards and belting out “Sweet Caroline” at karaoke night and making friends with homeless street performers, we’ll have nothing to reminisce about when we’re tired and grey
God, you remember how good our chemistry was, don’t you? I didn’t believe the universe would be cruel enough to give two people who shouldn’t be together such good chemistry. I thought we were supposed to make it work.
They kept reminding me, that I shouldn’t display my sadness in front of you, that if I cried, I would be adding on to your stressful load. But I am human, and you are my boy. I broke down in your arms, soaking your black crumpled shirt.
One day you’ll wake up, roll over, and want to throw up at the thought of spending another day with the man sleeping beside you, the one you swore was different, swore was the one you’d want to be with no matter what obstacles stood in your way.
I vowed never again to attend another non-denominational church.
When I was young, I had an idea of who my perfect man was going to be. You were to be…
I don’t think there’s any way to not be floored when someone leaves you a $2,000 tip.