Brandy Danielle Nicholson

"Deleted?" She softly spoke to herself in confusion as she squinted her eyes. She expected something like this to happen, but hoped for more. She certainly hadn't expected to be cut off and so blatantly ignored. It had been four days since they spoke when she noticed he deleted his Facebook. The last day she saw him was like every other day with him. She awoke in his bed and promptly went to the bathroom to check her reflection. With every man, she thought the same thing, the prettier you look the better of a chance you have with him. Though this was never the case, she convinced herself that it was logical. She was gullible, especially to herself. Her hair was a bit messy, but she smiled and felt confident -she thought it made her look sexy. She opened his soft navy blue plush robe that she had slept in, and underneath she saw the woman she had become, 24 and lonely, willing to give up her emotional stability for the comfort of a man's bed. She t...

To me, this symbolizes the harmony of a perfect relationship. It's an effortless give and take of each other. A beautiful connection. This probably comes closer to describing relationship perfection than I ever could.

Do you remember back then? The days when hair and dress were priority and care was something we thought hovered over whether or not we saw each other? Do you remember the days when the end of the world was present in our lack of clothing? The days when your day could be ruined with one word or look? Do you remember when my hair made me cry? The days when boys were the reason we went anywhere or did anything? Has that changed? Do you remember feeling excitement from riding around with the windows down and the radio up in our very first junky cars? Or riding into the night with the older boys? And do you remember when that started to not be enough? Do you remember the days when our biggest worry was getting caught with a rated R movie, or authority finding out we got kicked out of Opry Mills. I felt obligated to be ashamed of those times, but the adrenaline masked it all and I was proud instead. Do you remember getting that feeling of rebellion and the simultaneous rush, and the...