The first time I saw him I fell in love with him. He was a little over 6′ with blonde hair and blue eyes. He wore glasses, the ones like old men wear to read their morning papers. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, not for the style, but because he couldn’t afford much… Continue reading Desperately Seeking Steven
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Three months, four days, nineteen hours and however many minutes has passed.That’s ninety-five and three quarter days, within or without the hour.And I’m not even going to work out the minutes. My foot taps in a nervous thud-thud-thud-thud against the computer’s case as I write this. Now my whole leg’s caught up with the rhythm,… Continue reading Fix