http://slow.writerscafe.org/liviarose The original writings of author Livia Rose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995414 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Life, to me, is unbelievable.  How is it that a woman can get pregnant, grow a tiny human being in her belly, give birth to it, and have it grow up to be its own person?  When I think about having a baby, I imagine a tiny little girl, all cute and sweet and innocent, and all mine.  Gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liviarose/661189/ You told me you’ll be my notebook.No one’s ever told me that before.  I’ve tried to journal, I’ve tried to blog, I’ve tried telling friends, I’ve tried keeping things to myself.  I lose interest in journals.  Blogs feel too public.  Telling fri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liviarose/661186/ For this new year, I need to make a change in my life.  I need to find myself more.  I feel myself slightly falling back into that old pattern of overly-enthusiastic love, and I don’t like it.  I do love you, don’t ever doubt that.  But I don’t want it to be one.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liviarose/661184/ Oh, you.  Sometimes I really just don’t understand you.  You confuse the hell out of me sometimes.  But I think I’m beginning to learn how to spot when you’re serious, and when you’re just confused, and not really sure of what you’re saying.  You do .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liviarose/661182/ You keep me up all night.You've cried on every shirt I own, but I still don't know you.I'm still the kind of person your parents hate,But then again,Your parents hate everything.You're always cold,And I hold your blue hands in mine,And just breathe.Never getting why everyone hates you.The ground nee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liviarose/653354/ I need to get rid of your stupid letters.  They'er sitting on my bureau, folded sloppily, envelopes ripped, ink fading, but for some reason, I just can't bring myself to dispose of them.  They're heavy with memories, saturated with "I love you"s and "I miss you"s and "Can't wait to see yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liviarose/596230/ I wish I had someone to mail letters to, and to play checkers in the rain with.  I wish I had someone to hike in the sunset with, climbing over huge, hulking rocks, and someone to eat sandwiches with while we watch the rabbits flirt in the shadows.  Someone to read obituaries with, and th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liviarose/596226/ It's two a.m. and we need cinnamon rolls, so we put on our coats, and run barefoot to the store.  You hold my hand.  We eat them in front of the window, and count the snowflakes that melt away on the windowpanes like wisps of cloud.  Then we lick icing off of our fingers, and give ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liviarose/596225/ We walk through the park under orange jelly skies, and marvel at the ants and ladybugs eating peanut butter on the rocks.  We play hopscotch in the empty wading pool, and then nap in the sun in chalk-drawn beds, and listen to each other breathe.  We make daisy chain crowns and soda tab ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liviarose/596223/ It's summer, and we're sitting on your front porch, eating popsicles, and wishing on dandelions.  Our tongues and lips are numb and cherry red, and we're laughing.  All of a sudden, you pause, and look at me.  "Do you think we'll ever get married?" you ask me.  I laugh, and take .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liviarose/596221/ Who determines which wishes come true? Or even if wishes come true at all? There are so many sayings about them- when one door closes, another one opens. Wish upon a star. Never give up. Life isn't fair. But what's the truth? How much does hard work factor into getting what you want? How much of it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liviarose/596219/ What if dreams and life are not really dreams and life at all?  What if it's really the other way around--dreams are reality, and life is just a figment of our imaginations, a distorted vision conjured up by our subconscious?  What if dreams are what's really meant to be? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liviarose/596218/ We do our best thinking when the lights are off.  When we're lying in bed, eyes wide open, yet seeing nothing but what's in our minds.  In the dark, with no one watching, judging, commenting, we lose all our inhibitions, and allow ourselves the freedom to think whatever we want.  We l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liviarose/596217/ I see your face in my dreams every night.  It doesn't always look like you, but all the same, I'd recognize you anywhere.  Sometimes you are yourself.  Dark hair and bright eyes and soft fingertips and a smile permanently on your face.  Sometimes you're the ambitious little girl .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liviarose/596216/