I am proud of you. When I look at you, I am full of overpowering joy. I am not proud of you in the…

I am proud of you.

When I look at you, I am full of overpowering joy. I am not proud of you in the sense that I can take credit for you but in the sense that I found you….a jewel among rocks. A rose among the thorns. A novel in a sea of magazines. Color in a world of black and white.

When you smile, I want to stop the world and grab every person I force them to gaze at the perfection in it. When…

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I Found Hidden Treasure

I Found Hidden Treasure

We are not the only people in love. We do not have a great powerful love that no one else in the world has experienced. We are not better than anyone else. There are countless people who found soulmates and lived in long, blissful unions.

But we are happy. And that is a very rare thing.

When you take me home and I put my head on your shoulder before we get out of the car because I want to hold…

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Almost Too Late

They couldn’t help us. We were late. The woman we needed to talk to was gone. Our map was absent. We would have to try again.

We were attempting to rent the venue for our wedding. But of course, such things are never easy.

Could we just know if our date was possible? We were a bit discouraged at this point.

The woman disappeared.

I heard her voice before she rejoined us. The date was un-reserved.…

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Planning a Dream

I have never planned a party. I have never been the focus of a celebration. All my birthday bashes have been a simple affair with the guests in attendance being my four grandparents and four family members. 

But now I am the main coordinator of a day that will live in infamy. My wedding day. 

Despite my flaws and inexperience, many decisions are coming together quickly. I was not a girl who…

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Maturing Young Love


Think of your longest relationship: describe how your love has changed over time, did you go from the giddiness of infatuation, to mad passion, to deep respect, esteem, and friendship? Tell us about your love story.

When I first met you, I was infatuated…

…with another guy.

But pure friendship and notes of praise and jokes and…

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Buying Happiness

There once was a man who learned how to capture emotions. The way a photographer entraps scenes.

Like all humans he sought to profit with this new skill. He rented a shop and kept his feelings corked up on bottles. They lined up on shelves bearing labeled thought suitable. 

Rainy Day Melancholy. Wedding Bliss. Meandering Spirit (works best in the Spring). Drunken Happiness. Innocence of First…

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In Your Arms

I love when you touch me.

I love when you just reach out and graze your fingers upon my skin, as if compulsively reminding yourself that I am there. That I am real.

I love tight hugs from you. As if your affection for me cannot be tamed. As if you want me so close that you crush my ribs and steal my breath. As if you can hold me so close that we could become one.

I love the awe and love in your…

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The First Try


My memory is faintly foggy, like staring through rose-colored glasses. But what I believe to be the beginning, was the Lifetime of Lydia.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

It hit me like a ton of bricks. Suddenly I knew all my life, I’d been wandering. A lost little planet meandering the infinite of space searching for my sun. And then there she was. Glowing like a ball of light.

She stared at…

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The Beginning of an Endless Love

The Beginning of an Endless Love

She always looks different. Wildly so. Sometimes she was tall and sometimes short and most of the time somewhere in between. Her hair passed through every pigment from gold to raven black. Even her personality shifted. But her eyes were always the same. Brown as the pits of figs, wild as the gaze of a roaming bird and her soul was always there, always stretching out to meet mine. Yet that was how…

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The Musings of the Day

The Musings of the Day

I love beds. I love the warmth of sheets and the luxury of pillows. I love catching a few moments of peace lingering in the bed’s warmth, pondering your dreams and your day before rising.

I dreamed of papa. I dreamed that he was with us. Well and happy. I was taking as many photos of him as possible so I could preserve his memory. I miss him.

I turn on some music and stagger reluctantly from bed…

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Miss You Most

Miss You Most

I miss you all the time.

I miss you during the day. As the long hours slip past and you are far away from me. When I think of all the things I want to say and see. How I long for your voice and your eyes and your arms around me.

I miss you in the morning. When I’m first waking up and I don’t want to leave my bed. When I’m getting dressed and wishing you were here with me, to kiss my ear and tell…

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Visions of You

Visions of You


What is the best dream you’ve ever had? Recount it for us in all its ethereal glory. If no dream stands out in your memory, recount your worst nightmare. Leave no frightening detail out.

I rarely remember my dreams. Well, to be honest, I remember them very vividly for a while and then it fades. I have had the whole plethora of…

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I love us

I love us

I love you but it goes deeper than even that. I love us.

I love the way your arm fits around my shoulder and the way my head fits beside your neck. I love the face you make when you first see me, hands out, eyes open wide, eyebrows up. As if in awe. I love the way we can walk around a store and talk only in inside jokes that would confuse any listener. I love the way, with just hand motions and…

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A Perfect Day

A Perfect Day


I’m glad this is today’s prompt. Because my duties have evaporated for today and the possibilities are endless. No work. Only you. 

What are we going to do? I have no idea. Enjoy ourselves. Have my ring resized…it’s a tad too big. Like our love.

We are just going to be together, adventuring through the city. Being with you equals…

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Stopping to love life

Stopping to love life

I love the smell of rain. I love getting out of the car as a song plays on the radio and that same song playing again when you get back in it hours later. I love warm blankets. I love Reese’s peanut butter cups. I love learning about photography…shutter speed and development and the like. I love muscular hugs from the one I love. I love how peaceful my cat looks when he is sleeping. 

I love…

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