On Monday, I was greeted on Facebook by the name of an ex. He was the boy I was going to move to Oklahoma to be with, upon I deciding I was in love with him after a terribly stalkerish romantic Thanksgiving weekend during which his mother probably put vooodoo curses on me or peed in my turkey gravy (I think she was serious about me sleeping on the couch… oops.).For the record, I “fall in love” very easily, and can name at least 4 other people during that year and a half I said I...
By Melia Lore. I was sitting on my porch, waiting for my friend to show up. The moon was new, and the sky was a dusky rose color. It was a hot and sweaty evening; an evening that conjures thoughts of moist skin touching and stolen kisses behind the boathouse. That night, I was wearing nothing but… oh wait, I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I looked up from my porch and saw two young men walking in the distance. They were dressed in black pants, white shirts, and yes… backpacks. You...
