He Who Does Not Know

You think you’ve missed out. Looking back as if you made the grandest of mistakes when you were sure without a doubt that what you needed was a break. A good chance for love, perhaps the only one you’ve got. You were sure it wasn’t enough, the diamond you called a rock. What you’ve learnedContinue reading “He Who Does Not Know”

A Love Story: Part Four

As I slid the folded paper back into my pocket, the pastor asked for her vows. Her sister, standing nearby reached out with the handwritten vows, passed them to her, and she read. I can’t remember the first time I saw you. Some people have a clear memory of the first time they met the one theyContinue reading “A Love Story: Part Four”