After months of silence, here she stands on my front porch, waiting to be let in again. But it’s the same play every time, and I know how this ends – I give her all I have and she carries it withher on the way back to him.
I should turn her away, but I won’t. Couldn’t do it if I tried.
Because no matter how many times she pops back up, pulls me in and drags me under, it will never be enough. I’ll always want more.
Meagan is a cookie dough crazed, jukebox junkie who tends to speak in lyrics. Born and raised in California, she is a married mother of three crazy boys who keep her bouncing from one sports field to another, depending on the season, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Starbucks is her best friend and words are her sanity.