Mr. Perfectly Lonely

Image credit So, here’s the thing about Chris: he’s perfectly lonely. As in, he is never actually lonely because he has plans every single night of the week… and undoubtedly has a rolodex of women that will come to his co-op any night of the week. And totally no judgment on him, (you go girl,)… Continue reading Mr. Perfectly Lonely

In The Beginning

Cherry blossoms in Prospect Park Butterflies on a Friday night Sharing stories, over chilled Sancerre Holding hands, gliding on ice Wedding plus ones, tickets booked The 7 train, taking me straight to you Our corner, where I knew you’d be waiting for me Green eyes, with flickers of a boy who wasn’t broken You gave… Continue reading In The Beginning