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another Mr. Big episode . . .
...written on 2005-06-14, @ 3:19 p.m.
and you walk back into my life . . . just like that
You know I had a joke going along with one of my friends that this boy was like my Mr. Big . . .
I think she might be right
Last night you picked me up, and tossed me high -
almost feeling like I could fly, you said - Baby, we could live together compatibly . . .
I laughed from the beer buzz or was it margaritas?
But thinking all along when you keep telling me you love me . .
the way you toss the words around like they are nothing at all
this is what draws me to you.
This boy I tell you - I cried so much over him, because I wasn't sure of myself.
Now? I realize that even though there's no classism here in America - I could never be with him. Or any other man I've met so far in my life . . .
Well, maybe one - but that's because we had a similar upbringing . . . maybe we were meant to be together in the first place you know? My ex-husband and I?
The only thing I couldn't justify was his possesiveness and lack of trust which lead to the abuse.
If you think about it - there are plenty of marriages that make it through that.
But I was never one to be tamed I belong to no one.
Which is why when Mr. Big brought up the subject of us living together perfectly - I wanted to tell him that he was the only one who ever understood me.