The Lost Diary of Jane Doe – The Sentimental Sunset
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Excerpt from Manuscript – Snow
The wooden bench had turned out to be a bad idea, as the beginning of the first frost escalated the startling cold that was quickly creeping up and under her skin.
January didn’t seem to notice much, as she was lost in thought. She was annoyed with herself…more like in disbelief…how could she not have seen the signs.
She had loved this man for more than half her life, but somehow she had missed it.
Earlier that day she had spoken, on the phone, with an old friend…a friend who had brought it to her attention that Jack had been using throughout their life together. She knew that he smoked weed, but cocaine? Or as her friend had kindly put it, whatever drug was available that day.
She had always blamed the weed for his mood swings, his fits of anger, and his sudden outburst of violence. She herself had become co-dependent, wanting him to smoke so that he would be numb enough to be kind to her.
She had fallen into the vicious cycle of the poor pathetic wife who deserved what she had accepted. She despised women like this, but yet she had become the spitting image of just that.
Written By: Ask Ms Mandi
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Copyright November 2, 2016
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Excerpt from Manuscript – Snow
The first snow of the year. The air was crisp with the hint of winter, causing her breath to catch in her throat, but yet so pure, allowing her thoughts to drift into promises she had told yourself, but had not kept.
January wrapped her leather coat tightly around her. Although she was cold, she had the softest warmth radiating around her. She was at peace. She knew she had done the right thing.
She knew she had hurt Jack…Christ, it had hurt her too, but she knew he deserved to know the truth. The truth was freeing because it allowed her the freedom to be honest with not only herself, but with him.
However, she was still haunted by his eyes, the disturbing contour of his face as she had told him.
Her only concern was where to go from here.
He had always been strong, but she was worried for him because she knew that he would have a hard time. After all, he was an addict and addicts weren’t good with dealing with change.
She knew they would have to change everything about their life. She would be in and out of hospitals for the next couple of months. This would put a definite toll on their marriage.
But she was confident in the strength of their relationship, after all, they had over come his addiction…
Jumping, January turned, startled by the sound of the opening of the front door.
“Jack…”
“Sweetheart…I am so sorry I left you…I’m home now and I will never leave you again.” Jack pulled her into his chest, tightly holding her, gently smoothing back her hair from her face as his tears fell.
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Copyright October 28, 2016
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The Lost Diary of Jane Doe
To love someone is to be vulnerable,
vulnerability is raw.
Simplicity of love is to love completely,
but love is one-sided.
Love someone deeply,
but they don’t love you the same.
Or do we simply accept the person who loves us,
therefore, not loving them passionately back by being shielded.
Love is risk,
protecting our heart means not loving back.
Can two people love each other at the same time,
Or is it one-sided.
Complete and passionate love are both hearts uniting into one.
never one broken.
Written By: Ask Ms Mandi
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Copyright October 19, 2016
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12 Wednesday Oct 2016
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Excerpt from Manuscript – SNOW
Autumn, a time when the leaves changed from green to yellow to orange and then red. The days were warm in the mornings, as the nights escaped into the most certain chill.
This time of year had always been January’s favorite. Moving to San Francisco had been his idea, but now that she had warmed up to it, she too loved the quaint city with all its undying charm.
Standing out on their balcony, with her faux-fur coat wrapped around her body, fighting to keep her warm, but desperately failing, she watched the city lights flicker in the distance. Jack seemed to be spending more and more time away from their home and from her.
She perniciously had too much time on her hands to think. She didn’t like when her mind drifted over to the darker side, but it had been hard not to lately.
She missed him so much that her heart ached. She knew in her heart that she was losing him, but she couldn’t compete with this. She had to let him go, but she didn’t know if she had the courage to do so.
She had always hated that stupid saying, “If you love someone set them free and if they are yours to keep, they will come back to you.”
“Dumb saying.” She thought, despairingly wiping away the tears.
Written By: Ask Ms Mandi
Photograph By: JCW
Copyright: October 12, 2016
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