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Always so much to talk about…

This opening story may not be mine, true and partially embellished, but true none the less, but on many and most of the levels, I understand and empathize. Just as I do not know how this will end, I do not know where mine will progress.

His dark sordid eyes look to hers. “This is the last time we’ll see each other,” he sealed with a “final” kiss. He closed her door, but was quite away of the river of tears that careened down her face.

She sat in her car crying, as he, pained, drove home. The man that she had loved in the past was now unwillingly telling her goodbye for the last time. She image of Starbucks reflected sickeningly in her rearview, as she said goodbye to this man who had already left. Driving she had to pull over to clear the pain and tears from her heart before returning home.

He drove hating himself, knowing that he still loved her, and that decision they made 14 years ago now threatened everything that he knew. His mind slowly returned to Monday as he nervously sat in Starbucks waiting seeing her again. She had broken his heart without an explanation, and their love had been arrested…so he thought. They would never have a resolution. Prior to this meeting, they had aired and explained unsaid words.

“Hi —-,” she greeted as after all those years, they picked up from that last moment. The reasons of their break meant nothing now, as a new challenge arose. They were both very happy, they had made decisions that reaped positive benefits. He thought of his friend and his similar, but different situation, and looked at what was before him. “Why does this feel right, when my life feels, or felt right before we met?” within seconds they were returned to their past. Their youthful happiness, a head full of hair, “knowing” everything about life, “then.” “This is so wrong,” he sighed before they left and had lunch together.

An older couple looked at them, and saw in them what they saw in each other those long years ago. (At this, I had to sit back, and remember these moments too…when that energy is shared, those intangibles are shared, that other people can see them…WHY CAN’T WE SEE THEM???)

Now they separated, intelligently moving apart before they ripped the fabric of their lives.


-The most amazing thing last week was an e-mail from former (current) rekindled contacts that was threatened over a year ago. I know and believe in the truth, and luckily that truth was revealed. It was a reconnection that nearly brought a tear to my eye(s) because I knew that out of respect and professionalism, I could not say anything until the situation was right, if that situation ever arose. It did, and I am so very grateful for that opportunity.

-There is no script to this. I’ve tried hard to put this all together, but everything follows its own path, I just place my input and effort into making it go my way. I don’t plan on losing.

-I’ve noticed, that as bad, good, awkward, rare I think a situation is, there is always one that one ups it in some way shape or form. Though the envy I feel in certain situations history, I personally am more poised to complete mine…WE just need to get on the same page.

-Always believe in your decisions, I made an informed decision…and my support keeps coming in.

-Remove yourself from a bad situation.

-Learn from your and other similar experiences.

-Family is the best…lucky for these relationships I’m building, and to continue with family.

-Bless us and our loss.

-Spotify is the shizz.

-I think it’s funny that I had to tell my homegirl my poetic device, but after she saw it, she catches it in all those pieces it appears in…do YOU?

-If YOU do, I’m kind of surprised…but that’s very interesting…

-I love writing, I love my current production…I wonder two things…does this remain after winning? Does this remain after a loss?

-I can easily see myself as a recluse…not sure many of you would believe me on that one.

-You only have one chance to live life, to live today, just do it…you can’t get it back.

-Thank goodness for a new Little Dragon album!!!

-Watching history is amazin, it coupled with a Braves win is better.

-I still do.

-Keep believing in me, be realistic to…YOU have no reason to doubt my words or actions.

-I still need that damn massage…and some other things.

-I HATE my friend is leaving GA…message.

-I’m going to miss my Starbucks cup, that indeed was my favorite…it was just prone to hitting the ground.

-I am very fortunate, in many respects, I may have worked hard, and still do, but I appreciate it all. And I’m not letting go without a fight.

-You may see certain things, but believe me when I say, I need to grab MY life back.

-I REALLY love the relationship my cousin and I have put together. Living in Atlanta with most of my family scattered across NYC and FL, I did not have these opportunities growing up.

-I still miss my niece.

-Everyone that claims righteous is not, everyone that looks bad is not. The more you proclaim your goodness, the less there is that likely exists.

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.