i loved you 'til yesterday, i'm now writing alone today, writing my letters for tomorrow. yesterday was my favorite memory of us i'm not bleeding today, maybe t

About three-fourths of the way through our life’s journey, we suddenly stop. We stop to ponder all the “what if’s.” What if Jo had never joined the mili

What is appropriate? Do I act like I never saw the letters and put them back in with her things? Do I show them to my dad and ask him what is appropriate to do

The letters of John Keats are, T. S. Eliot remarked, "what letters ought to be; the fine things come in unexpectedly, neither introduced nor shown out, but betw