What's Your Secret

I've got a secret...

We've all got secrets.

Things we hide in the deepest, darkest parts of our being. Things that maybe we're too embarrassed to say outloud. Or things we're scared to share for fear of being judged.

Now is your chance to free yourself of that burden.

Taking a cue from Post Secret, I'm inviting all of you to sign in Anonymously, here and now and tell us your secret.

I'll tell you mine...if you tell me yours.

*Shhhhhhhhhhhhh*

The Ride

I've found that relationships are a lot like rollercoasters.

You wait in line for what seems like forever just for the chance to catch a ride. Then before you know it, you're being propelled full throttle along this long, winding track...hanging on for dear life as you take the highs and lows...the twists and turns...the fear and excitement.

Sometimes you even feel a little sick.

But when that car finally comes to a grinding halt and the chaos around you dies down...the real question is...in the end, was it really worth the ride?

The hopeful part of me wants to think so.

If you're lucky enough to have found that 'one' person...you'll endure most anything.

It's just that I'm not sure if I'm gripping the rail...or someone's hand.

Bring Back the Make Out

In a time when most of us are more than eager for the opportunity to strip off our clothes and jump into bed with another equally naked individual, I can't help but to feel like we are potentially missing out on something.

What happened to the art of the hot make out session?

Let's take a waltz back in time to the good ole high school days. Back when hormones were running rampant and you'd not yet gone 'all the way' with your boyfriend or girlfriend. Remember the heated kissing? The frantic tugging at clothes...your hearts pounding against each other's chest...desperately wanting to take that next step but holding out only by a thread.

It was the build up, the intensity, the raw passion and excitement.

Sex is good...but the 'make out' has a charm all it's own. One that I wouldn't mind reliving again and again. *wink-wink*

Long Wait

For better...

And for worse...

I'd forgotten how nice it was to have someone else around.

Having someone to hold my hand. Seeing someone else's clothes in a crumpled pile next to my own. Falling asleep to the rythym of someone else's breathing.

For just a moment...I felt...normal.

Only now, I wake up to find that the only voice calling out to me is my own. And I can't help but to wonder how long it will be until I have someone here to hold my hand again.