You'll see...
A man with white hair and even whiter socks high above his running shoes.
A woman pushing a stroller.
A dog pulling its owner on rollerblades.
Deer splashing and playing as geese swoop into the pond.
Often nights, you'll find me there. Reading a book with bare feet in the grass. Soaking in these now familiar sights and sounds.
For him to ask you how you're doing. To visit the home you've put your heart into. To ask to hang out. To ask about your life. Your boyfriend. Your travels. Or hobbies. Or friends. To care.
Which is on purpose. I try very hard to be a kind person, but it's really a facade so I feel safe and protected at a distance. There's a reason for that. <7 Years Old: I was on a family vacation in Mi
I was divorced for almost a year when he interviewed me for a job. When I accepted the offer, I was the only American with a team of 6 wonderful Lithuanians. Three of us were based in Chicago and the