Muses

I have around ten stories that swirl around in my head. At this moment, four of them want to be written right now. I try to start one but another catches my attention. Plus I am learning it's hard me to work on the computer. I am a lot more free flowing with just good old fashion pen and paper. I guess that's what I am going to do or at least try to do. I just don't know which story to work on.

Love is watching someone die

I have been thinking about my dad a lot today. I keep thinking about all the moments we'll never have. He will never walk me down the aisle. We will never dance at my wedding reception. I loved dancing with my dad. I picked out the song we would dance to when I was 12. It was something I really looked forward to. The last time I can remember dancing with him was at my 16th birthday. We danced to Butterfly Kisses. I hate that song. I hated it then, I hate it even more now.

It's not fair! I still need him! I need him . . .