Secrets
I'll NEVER BE THE SAME
Sometimes things aren't always what they appear to be. I'll tell you about something that happened to me. This is a part of my life I don't like to look back at, but if you're curious to know I will share with you. I had a best friend way back, that I met when I was a young girl about 6. She was a beautiful girl . Ella was her name. I'll never forget her smile. It was one of them smiles you see still when you close your eyes. Ella and I started school together. I remember our first day in kindergarten. Mrs. Branch our teacher, always smelled like sweet vanilla. Ella and I experienced all of our young years into our early teenage years together. We went to high school together and we had a crush on the same guy. We both lost our virginity on Prom Night. I'll never forget the late nights that we stayed up eating sweets and telling some of the deepest secrets a young beautiful soul has stored away. I loved her like she was my sister. what makes somebody your sister? Because I don't think you could be any closer to a human being than I was with Ella. The sad part of the story is we didn't make it into the same College, and she went off one way and I went the other. We kept in contact with letters and phone calls, but that only kept for so long. And a short 2 years I realized I completely lost contact with her. One night my heart was bleeding ripped wide-open missing her. I was having some problems in life, my new life and I needed her. It absolutely broke my heart that I had no way of reaching her. I'd feel like a fool to call her parents or my parents to try to reconnect. Just as there is a sad part there is the beginning of what one might call the beginning of a fairy tale. I'm met this charming handsome Extraordinary tall drink of water, he went by the name Eleven. When I first laid eyes on him I felt my heart in my throat and I knew I just needed to know his name. After a few drinks I had the courage that my heart forced me to have, and I went and introduced myself. That was the greatest mistake of my life. and just that one conversation I fell in love with this God sending angel. He treated me like royalty. One thing I loved about him was he never had a mask that fell off, he stayed this amazing miracle that he was from the day that I met him. So about a year-and-a-half into our relationship, and we were laying in bed holding each other after having passionate love, working on the Love Child Of Our Lives, he turns me over and holds my face looking deeply in my eyes. And for a strange second it felt too familiar. so familiar it got uncomfortable. Then Eleven asked me if I would always love him no matter what? I just knew by the tone of his voice, I was about to have a ton of bricks fall on me. Eleven then with a single teardrop falling down his cheek, he proceeds to tell me one of his deepest secrets his soul has stored away. After he told me he would love me for the rest of his life as well as mine no matter what, he told me that he is my best friend Ella. E\even said he'd always been in love with me and knowing all of my deepest Secrets Eleven knew girls were not my thing. I don't know if this is the sweetest thing I've ever seen or the most disgusting. With this person that has my heart in the palm of his hand, confessing to deceiving me in the most unthinkable way. I know what I would do if I would have known what this in the beginning, But Eleven has my heart now. Where do I find the strength in me to leave? When the one my heart craves has a river of tears begging me to stay. This is not what I thought it was and I will never be the same.
By Andrea Bushey5 years ago in Confessions
Being with you and thinking about him
Leading a double life is not the fantasy that is shown in movies or love novels, it's hard work and very exhausting. I had always been curious what it would be like to have my partner and another man on the side... now that I've experienced it, I would never do it again. I've lost more than I bargained for, and more than I initially wanted to. I will start from the beginning, but it's a long story and I don't know if there are details I should disclose. For the integrity of the ones involved, I will be using fictional names, but the events in this confession are real.
By Carla SofiiLove Garcia 5 years ago in Confessions
Minimalism
Imma tell you right now; this tale wont be fancy, it wont be cute. Its full of angst and anxiety. I moved in with my boyfriend, oh excuse me "partner" is that better? A year and half ago. When my daughter and I moved in we had a car full of stuff and that is it. Partly due to extreme circumstances but mostly because I am ok not having a lot of stuff. Good thing since my...ahem...partner is the opposite.
By Candace Gomez5 years ago in Confessions
That Time I Saw Something I Could Not Explain
When I was young, we lived near a highway life was hustling and bustling. I saw a bus wreck, hit-and-run, several trucks overturned and was awakened in the middle of the night countless times to broken down drivers needing to use the phone to get help all of this at the ripe old age of Six.
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Confessions
I am me
Growing up is hard to do when you're from the south and the only color you are allowed to be is black. Everyone in Mississippi is your cousin or your cousin’s friend which makes them your cousin by default.I went to a Baptist church where my uncle was the preacher and my entire family made up the congregation with those big Sunday hats, Obama hand fans and judgemental side eyes because auntie Sheila knows she wore that dress last week.
By Dominique Brewer5 years ago in Confessions
Life
It was a dark and stormy night, on the road there was a car with the headlight on making sure that no accident would behold on them. Seeing this shiny silken pavement started to remind him of his desire to be with his soulmate that was miles across an ocean that he knew he had to go to her. On this same night he packed his suitcase and headed down a pathway he may never return from with his desires he wanted to show his girl, getting closer and closer to the airport, thinking to himself thank the heaven I will reach my beloved soon to caress her face and hold her tight and never let go of her.
By Jo-Ann Therrien5 years ago in Confessions
Zippo
My dad was a pipe smoker. Do not know if people smoke pipes anymore. Googled it and there seem many options. I must not travel in the right circles if I even have a circle. Not a very healthy habit and dad would invariably fall asleep, pipe lit, and a smoldering bit of tobacco would fall on his shirt, much to my mother’s chagrin. Many shirts found their way to the rag pile as a result. My dad used Zippo lighters to keep his pipe lit. Most of my father’s life was spent in Rochester, NY on what I fondly refer to as the wrong side of Lake Ontario. This is a view shared by many of my fellow Upstate brethren living in Watertown, or Syracuse. In the winter, and most of the rest of the time, the wind howls from the northwest, from Canada, across the lake, bringing the most unpleasant and uncertain weather. One element is certain. It is always windy. Specific to the Zippo, its claim to fame is its windscreen that helps it stay lit. The Zippo is an engineering marvel, American ingenuity at its best. My dad had at least four that I can remember.
By Alexander J. Cameron5 years ago in Confessions
Knitting in Coffeehouses as the Sun Goes Down
I love to knit in coffeeshops after work. My work is done in my quiet apartment, usually alone. I write hoping I will create a narrative that will resonate with someone. Reading chapters and writing papers for my graduate classes until my quiet apartment becomes oppressive and stifling.
By Elizabeth Grant5 years ago in Confessions
