Dear “My Second Home”…

When I woke up the next morning, it felt like a bad dream. There was no way my mom said those things to me, there couldn’t be. If it did then I had to be able to get through it and move on. This separation would only be worse. I reluctantly rolled over, scared of…

Dear Desperate To Fit In…

My mom and I had what I assumed was a typical mother-daughter relationship. We got along, argued, laughed, and cried, it just depended on the day. After the divorce, my mom leaned on me more than normal mothers would, as I realized later in life. Constantly referring to me as her best friend, which was…

To His Arms…

It felt like an instant that I had been laying there with him when my phone alarm went off alerting me with no mercy that I had to leave, because it was almost curfew. Jake and I both sat up and he looked at me pushing a strand of fallen hair out of my face.…

Dear Nice…

After seeing and experiencing Paris (as much as you can in 4 days), my mom had scheduled for us to travel to Nice and Monte Carlo. I had no idea what to expect, but  was excited to see another city in France, kind of. Really, I wasn’t ready to leave Paris, but I don’t know…

Dear What Are You Doing…

It became part of our daily lives, saying I love you. It had been two months and we were fully obsessed with each other. I woke up every morning to a text from him saying, “Good Morning Beautiful” and an immediate smile on my face.  We walked together in the hallways, stealing kisses from each…