Day of The Dead
All's well that ends well… The problem? When it doesn't. Our affair was long over... yet when his Fiancee uncovered it all, her fresh wounds lead to irrational, psychotic behavior; it was hard not to smile; the irony so strong it hurt.
November 5, 2011
All's well that ends well… The problem? When it doesn't.
Our affair was long over... yet when his Fiancee uncovered it all, her fresh wounds lead to irrational, psychotic behavior; it was hard not to smile; the irony so strong it hurt.
The Fiancee put the 'Psycho' in psychotherapy... which just-so-happens to be her chosen field of study.
After countless furious emails and texts I was reaching my breaking point. After all, it's not my fault her Fiancee fell hard. Even though Halloween is over and finished, in Mexico it seemed the 'day of the dead' just wasn't ready to be put to rest.
Good luck party goers. I'm sure these fireworks will be memorable. Tread carefully though, as people who play with fire tend to get burned.
Two can play this game my dear and everyone knows that Chloe plays for keeps.
Eclipse: New Beginnings
I'm not sure anyone could ever understand how we can walk away from this, when it’s clear there is something beyond our conscious level of understanding that bonds us together.
Deborah Turbeville
August 1, 2011
And after that night, nothing would ever be the same.
I wish we'd recorded our conversation so I could replay every single moment of it. What we said was a testament of how deep our love was, how connected we truly were. It was a true example of what it means to fully understand and respect another human being.
I'm not sure anyone could ever understand how we can walk away from this, when it’s clear there is something beyond our conscious level of understanding that bonds us together.
But, I don't see this as walking away.
The last 2 hours were some of the most honest, incredible and powerful moments that I've been privileged to experience. What exists between us runs deeper than I think either of us will ever truly be able to understand in this lifetime.
I’m at peace, and it's not just because I've met HIM. I'm at peace because what we just shared is something that no matter whom we are with, we will always have.
These past few months you and I discovered things about ourselves; things we were only able to understand because of each other. And that is something so powerful and beautiful, that no one will ever be able to take away.
I don't view our conversation as a conclusion, but as a pivotal moment. One where time stood still and nothing else existed except what we share.
There is nothing to be sad about, nothing at all to mourn the loss of... Although what we had together was deeply moving and passionate, what we will have moving forward will be life-altering.
It’s my belief that we cannot get everything we truly need from just one person. And even though I cannot pinpoint what ‘it’ is we give each other, I have no intentions of letting our incredible connection and deep fundamental understanding of one another vanish.
No longer confined to this wrinkle, I am excited about where our new path will lead.
Come with me my dear friend; let us embark on this journey they call life. Let us be still in this beautiful moment with the knowledge that when we move beyond the confinement of our wrinkle, we will discover it can unfold into our lifeline.
Love Reincarnate
Exchanging glances throughout the night, we sipped cocktails in one of New York’s most glamorous and exclusive places, gazing out over all of Manhattan's glory. Spectacular.
July 13, 2011
And in an instant, everything changed.
Unsure of why, I turned away; fighting the urge to stare deep into his eyes.
How can this connection exist between strangers?
The room spun around us. Time stood still.
Exchanging glances throughout the night, we sipped cocktails in one of New York’s most glamorous and exclusive places, gazing out over all of Manhattan's glory. Spectacular.
Relief swept over my entire being; like I’d found this puzzle piece, I hadn't known was missing.
Making our exit and conveniently 86’ing Crazy Pants (insert long-story HERE), we hailed a cab to The Greenwich Hotel.
Sinking slowly into the stiff leather of the taxi, I envisioned us back at the Boom Boom Room. Leading him to the bathrooms of glass and granite, I'd press my lips to his, parting them with my tongue; lost in every kiss, our long lost souls together again.
The Poet was about to go far beyond just a page in my book. I was both terrified and excited. I wonder what his fiancee would have to say about this…
A Fine Line
Slow and torturous, I get lost with each word.
June 19, 2011
Slow and torturous, I get lost with each word.
Inhaling deeply they expand my mind, my heart, my soul.
In another time, a life we are not living, we're feeling more deeply with each passing day.
Time stands still and in this moment, this very moment, we'll find peace, love, hope and desire.
Your touch soothes my soul, illuminating the dwindling flame that fights to exist within me.
Our breath threatens to extinguish the flame; our passions fight to keep it burning.
Nothing can save us and in reality, is this something worth saving?
Truth Time
Falling down the rabbit hole is a rush. Walls zoomed past as I saw him; I couldn't think or speak... and I most certainly could not look him in the eye.
June 15, 2011
Falling down the rabbit hole is a rush. Walls zoomed past as I saw him; I couldn't think or speak... and I most certainly could not look him in the eye.
From that moment when we'd met, it was something I'd never felt; as if I'd known him my entire life. He could see through the bull shit, into my very core. Undeniable was the electricity and energy that flowed between us.
He put me in a taxi at the end of the night; I knew it would not be the last time I saw him.
Next time, I wouldn't be going home alone. And I didn't.
The problem with the rabbit hole? It's easy to get in and nearly impossible to make it back out.
Let’s call him The Poet.