Dates I wonder how many people are nervously starring at their mirror doing that last minute hair tweak - and leaving the house for a date. Wish me luck!

My Cheated Present People say we must forgive and forget the past. That way we will be happy. How do you forget? How do we forget something we truly believe our present was cheated of? My past stole what my present was going to have.

Marketing At Its Best Love is a marketing ploy. I no longer by into it. I am no longer a consumer.

The Stranger There it goes. There you go. Why do I now feel the pain that we both shared? Now your eyes are cold. Why do you walk away without the burden I feel? Where did it go? Where did it go so wrong? I used to have a million dreams, ones before you and ones with you. Why now, can I not make ones after? #life moves on you say, well yes it does. We speak minimal words. I sit there watching you across a table we once shared. I try and find you through your words, I search for your smile or that glimmer of hope. But. It's not you, you are not there. A stranger sits before me, table 60. Without the removal of her coat, I know this stranger will not stay long. "#life goes on, a long time has gone." I hear the mumble of her words. Then she gets up and I watch that stranger walk out the door, the #life I had once before. I utter the words, something lodged. "#life goes on, but it doesn't mean it's right."