It’s an itch I can’t scratch. When I scratch, I bleed.
I’m red all over, and I miss you.
We all miss you.
I don’t feel like I have the right to speak of you or even picture you in my dreams. 62 more words
i really wish that guys would willing write love letters. not because they are being asked to, but because it is a cute and sweet thing to do for you significant other in your life… i have only once gotten a love letter in my life and out of all the guys thst i have dated it came from a 12 year old boy… Some guys may say well im too old for that or i dont like to do that. 120 more words
Nearly two years after I first moved into my tiny little railroad apartment on your East Side, three stories up, surrounded by churches, Irish music, and limited parking, I’m moving out. 401 more words
Re: Born In America, Dying For Israel, Allison Benedikt, July 24.
The connection between Jews, regardless of whether they are religious or secular, is that of an extended family. 1,820 more words
This was another loved game in our home when she was younger. We would lay the ABC floor mats out on the floor. My husband and I would stand on a letter. 126 more words