I feel the intensity within. A welling of not just anger but pure passion. A scream builds, a guttural noise from down deep in my body, the warrior's cry. Follow me down this path, wherever it may lead.
The knock on the door, woke her up suddenly from her slumber. She was waiting in anticipation but her nerves caused her to get to the hotel long before the rendezvous was set to take place. Angela prepped for his arrival. She wore the lingerie that she bought the week before. Lingerie that she had hidden from her husband knowing that he would be asking questions if she did not want to wear it for him. Cheating was not something that she ever thought was a possibility until she realized that he did not really love her anymore. It was a marriage of convenience, one that she chose based on the advice of her friends and the fear of remaining alone for the rest of her life. She loved Timothy but was not in love with him, as she told her friends but they never understood. Angela grew up in a Christian family so when she talked of divorce it became a hushed conversation while doing the dishes after a family holiday meal. Michael had shown her how to love again, even though this would be
Movies and books tend to make you believe that there is one person that you are supposed to be with in this universe. Fate will lead you to them and you will fall in love and your life will be perfect. We read and watch the fairytale endings and wish that at some point we would have that type of life. If anything it makes us long for the romance and the passion of that life. I have written recently about passion and emotion and continuing that theme I decided to write about love. I grew up the youngest of four boys. My brother closest in age to me had a personality larger than life. He was in the popular crowd, played all the popular sports and had a disease that everyone felt bad about him. I was jealous of his popularity but content with my life. I lived in his shadows, I was always junior to him, even my nickname became a play on his name followed by junior. When I was a freshman in high school he was a senior and took me to his parties. We got along really well but he never
I recently met someone that opened my eyes about life again. She has shown me that I have a long time left in my life that I should not give up on things that I feel passionate about. I lost quite a bit of myself when I lived in South Carolina. It was a struggle everyday to appear happy and confident. I was angry and sad and stopped writing and stopped caring. Even though I know that this relationship may not ever be more than a friendship, I am starting to feel passion again in life. I see that there are people that can inspire you or be influential. I see that my current relationship does not have any of that. When I told my wife the other day that I was starting to write again, she told me, I should and that was that. I know it is hard for her to talk about these things. I used to stay up late with her and read her stories from the books that I was reading, and used to talk to her about life and love and living. Now she is in bed by 8 and I no longer feel she is int