Wild Flowers in a White Paper Cup

Love came when I was too young and you were too old. Knowing glances, stolen kisses , and sweet talk kindled a fire that would not die but could not burn bright. Still, we had a glimpse into the well.   In the morning, you brought wild flowers in a white paper cup and placed…

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Dear Best Friend

In this piece Jen speaks on coming to terms with the painful past of love lost and embracing the future of a new love found.

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