Category: Fiction

You are the Bane of my Existence

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“Then you agree? It is insupportable.” – Anthony
“Impossible” – Kate

We are now in a temporary break between the first & second parts of Bridgerton season 3. The show, which started in 2020, is not known for its historical accuracy – and yet, its a delightful way to see Regency England. The scene above is from season 2. And while it’s probably my favorite bit of dialogue from the 3 seasons (and Queen Charlotte’s spinoff) so far, it was nice to see one of the shows most beloved and important characters, move toward her own happy ending, in the first four episodes of season 3.

Each season centers around one member of the Bridgerton clan (8 kids). First season was Daphne, second Anthony, and now – Colin Bridgerton. And everyone’s favorite non Bridgerton – Penelope Featherington. There’s something deeply satisfying about the underdog getting her man. So this season will probably be a favorite. But the passion (and a little bit of hate) last season between the frustrating Anthony and the equally infuriating Kate Sharma, is unmatched (so far).

“You are the bane of my existence. And the object of all my desires.” Indeed.

Are you a Bridgerton fan? Have you read the books? I think I may skip the books. I’m enjoying this unrealistic take on historical fiction. ;)

Just Wondering

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I was just wondering . . .

Were you jealous? Did the way he smiled at me make you wonder? Were you uncomfortable with how close I stood to him? Did your mind race? Did it matter that when I stopped talking to him, that the first thing I did was to search for you?

We move in perfect tandem. Have you noticed? Did you know it feels like home? I was just wondering.

When I walked away from him, did you explore my face and eyes for a sign that you’re the one? Does it matter that you are? I was just wondering. Did it matter that I explained? Did it matter that I didn’t want to explain – but did. I owe you nothing. Does that matter to you?

Have you asked yourself how we got here? Did you wonder why you were jealous? You were, weren’t you? Were you uncomfortable that I was with him and not you? I was just wondering.

Do you feel flattered? Will it matter? Will it matter to you that I go home alone? Does that matter to you? I was just wondering.

Each day turns – it’s the same thing over and over – I go on alone. I could solve this matter quickly and easily. I have the upper hand. But the ball will not be be in my court, until the moment you stand on my doorstep.

Do you know why? I was just wondering. Do you know how happy we will be? You feel it all of the time. I know you do. Do you know how happy our song will be? I was just wondering.

Wild Things

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It is untamed. Wild and unplanned. I wake deep in thought, recalling the mornings in the Redwoods – the air cold and damp. There was nothing around but the untouched forest. Standing there, facing the west, I saw the Pacific resting between the hills – the brush wild and untamed. So perfectly beautiful and lonely.

This is what it’s like to love you. On a day I least expected you, there you were. We are perfect partners. We think alike. But not. In that place in between, where we differ, you shine most.

There are more questions than answers. In the beauty of this wild thing, I long for you. What is and will not be follows me around like a coastal fog. Through the haze I see you. I don’t hold it against you – you can’t tame wild things.

I live here in this tension, with what will not be, settling into the cold, wild – alone.