Posted by: annehathaway November 1, 2012
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I woke up from my nap to a text from a fellow sajha friend. He claimed I had formed another account to post accolades for myself. I doubt he was serious, but either way, I hope other people don’t think so.
Love is great feeling us-returnee, its the best of feelings. I fell in love on my third day in sajha. It was a beautiful moment, a fleeting one though. I read a piece by him and I swear to God, I actually felt my jaws drop that day. I would imagine him sipping on his Jack Daniels (straight, mind you, none of that mix it with coke bullshit) and smoking his Cuban as he wrote. I sat down on the couch by the fireplace and watched him write. And he would write for days. And I would watch for days. His tweed jacket with leather patches on the elbows, the suspenders that held his courtoise pants.......and he wrote for days, and I watched for days. I don’t know if it was the fireplace, but I always felt a surge of heat go through my spine every time he paused and looked over at me. A part me would blush and another part of me would drool.
Although I am nowhere close to writing as well as other people in sajha do, my suggestion to you would be to get started. When I showed my first piece to a friend here, she said it will only get better. I don’t know if my writings have gotten better, but my confidence definitely has.
And, if I weren’t in a committed relationship, we could totally give it a shot.
Love is great feeling us-returnee, its the best of feelings. I fell in love on my third day in sajha. It was a beautiful moment, a fleeting one though. I read a piece by him and I swear to God, I actually felt my jaws drop that day. I would imagine him sipping on his Jack Daniels (straight, mind you, none of that mix it with coke bullshit) and smoking his Cuban as he wrote. I sat down on the couch by the fireplace and watched him write. And he would write for days. And I would watch for days. His tweed jacket with leather patches on the elbows, the suspenders that held his courtoise pants.......and he wrote for days, and I watched for days. I don’t know if it was the fireplace, but I always felt a surge of heat go through my spine every time he paused and looked over at me. A part me would blush and another part of me would drool.
Although I am nowhere close to writing as well as other people in sajha do, my suggestion to you would be to get started. When I showed my first piece to a friend here, she said it will only get better. I don’t know if my writings have gotten better, but my confidence definitely has.
And, if I weren’t in a committed relationship, we could totally give it a shot.