A love story – Part 5

I stop wanting to ever go back to my apartment. We spend time apart because it seems like something we should do or because it is something we have to do. But we aren’t that into it. It isn’t as fun as being together. It seems a bit like a waste of time. I am approaching 30. Anji is twelve years older than I am. We feel a bit short changed for not finding each other sooner and incredibly fortunate to have done so at all. There is no one I can think of who will say, “Four months of … Continue reading A love story – Part 5

My longest relationship

I am twelve years old. My friend and I ride our bikes to the grocery store because well, we have run out of other things to do. We aren’t here to shop – just passing the time. For whatever reason I leave the store a couple minutes before she does. I am waiting on my bike when she comes out. We ride over to the old elementary school. I had attended this school only the year before, but it is vacant now, replaced by a new, and beautiful school that is too far away to just go hang out at. … Continue reading My longest relationship