http://slow.writerscafe.org/Bellflower09 The original writings of author JaneDoe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775244106 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Was I not enough What makes her so worthy of your love Or was it that I was too much work That you settled for her becuase her love was easy, gentle and welcoming Unaware of your past sins The way you broke my heart into a million pieces Does she know ? Of course not For if she did .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellflower09/2014584/ I like being alone with him I’m not sure why There’s an air of comfort that sweeps through and fills the space between us as if our souls knew each other in a past life and we’re getting re aquatinted. It’s the strangest feeling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellflower09/2004371/ Perhaps she changed when you left Utterly alone in the dark with no one to hold ontoMaybe it was in that moment that she experienced what real sadness was. It’s like having your heart ripped out of your chest and watching the one one you loved the most do it. Suddenly your chest is empty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellflower09/2002426/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px} Thomas: how could you!?!Matthew: * continues walking*Thomas: IM STILL IN LOVE WITH HER Matthew: * stops*  whispers " .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellflower09/2002214/ Maybe it’s because I had a crush on him...maybe it’s because I never would have imagined him with anyone else other than me. But here she is, a beautiful gorgeous tall white woman whos 10x better than me in all her traits. And they’re happy and in love. Who am I to be heart broken?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellflower09/2002190/ I must not let my imagination run wild. I walk down the street into the coffee shop I discovered a year ago. It had a homey feel to it..brown walls a bay window surrounded with couches and a magnificent view of the street while the rain trickled down. I hung my jacket up on the hook and head towards.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellflower09/2002182/ She had the most vacant look in her eyes As if she’d tell you anything if you simply asked. Like an open book she was filled with such sorrowful and wonderful adventures that’s shaped her into the beautiful creature she is. but as soon as I reached for her..a wall full of vines appeare.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellflower09/2002164/