Today

[Tess Dickenson]

Ten years ago, he fastened a strand of pearls around my neck and ran his thumb along the line of my jaw as he promised me forever.

Last year, he told me I was the center of his world, that he couldn’t imagine life without the feel of my skin beneath his hand as he slept

Last month, he woke me with the scent of fresh coffee and rose petals before he slid back between the quilts, making me want more and more and more.

Last week, he took me to the ocean and slipped the fabric from my shoulders, drawing me ever closer as we moved to the rhythm of the waves.

Last night, he wrapped me in his arms while he asked me to promise that I would never leave, never make him live a day he didn’t share with me.

Today, he packed his bags and said goodbye.

[Olive Rosehips]

That son-of-a- , I always yell at things like this. Good writing.

[Sugar]

Tess, this was so wonderfully written, and so unfortunately real.

[TooraLee]

My instant reaction was, 'What? No!' Well done Tess, nicely written.

[JMac]

You write first person well, Tess, with your typical thoughtful and romantic finesse. Even the end was romantic in an ugly way.

[Daniel]

I knew the drop kick was coming, I'm a confirmed cynic. When it came it still hurt. Nicely done Tess.

[David Rees-Thomas]

very rough. that's the way life seems to go at times though, well presented.

[Scarlett Rose]

well you do it well anyways :D

[Tess Dickenson]

Thank you guys for your incredibly warm feed-back... first person is not my forte.

[Pamila Payne]

Devastating. Very fairy tale ends horribly.

[Cita]

WELL DONE! I love it!