by Tanya Rose | Mar 16, 2024 | Book 1: Unworthy of Love
Walking alone on a beautiful day, I could feel the warmth and sunshine. My skin soaked up the vitamin D like a sponge. As much as I loved being outside, I just wanted to escape from the negative voices in my head so I drowned them out with headphones by listening to...
by Tanya Rose | Mar 17, 2024 | Book 1: Unworthy of Love
The following week, I was working my normal Wednesday night shift at the local library which was located right across the street from a skate park. In walked a young man with dark features holding a black bicycle helmet. I looked up from my work of discarding books...
by Tanya Rose | Mar 18, 2024 | Book 1: Unworthy of Love
The following Wednesday night, I left the library while passing by the willow tree out in front of the building. As I traveled by it, a shadow stepped out in front of me. “Do you want me to walk you home?” he asked sincerely. I jumped before I realized it...
by Tanya Rose | Mar 19, 2024 | Book 1: Unworthy of Love
I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I wanted to kiss Nick. I fell asleep that night still pondering it. As I awoke the next morning, my mind still in a dream, I felt like I was in a daze. The sun was shining through a crack in the curtain and I started moving...
by Tanya Rose | Mar 20, 2024 | Book 1: Unworthy of Love
The next Wednesday that followed, I exited work at the same time of night. “Bye, Derek. Have a good night!” “Thanks, darling. You too.” Derek replied. I noticed Derek looked off into the distance toward Nick hanging out under the weeping willow. His face grew a...
by Tanya Rose | Apr 20, 2024 | Book 1: Unworthy of Love
The days passed by and I kept thinking about Nick. On that following Saturday morning, the anxiety was building without any action to release the tension. Should I text him? Would that seem too needy? I desperately wanted to see him again, but I had to be careful when...
by Tanya Rose | Nov 7, 2024 | Book 1: Unworthy of Love
One Saturday night, I needed some alone time out of the house, so I decided to hit up the local coffee roaster for some reflection time. Jim was playing poker at the casino with his friends, so he wouldn’t miss me not being home to make him dinner. He would probably...
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