JuliMarie17

Love is like dessert, Some people are chocolate chip cookies:  Comforting, Classic, Simple –yet always a favorite,      The one you want to come home to every night. Some people are cupcakes:  Cute,  Quirky,  Unique,      The life of the party. Some people are pie:  They may appear to have a dull crust…   But it’s the filling that counts,   Often a delightful surprise that you can’t always see. There are many types of cake:  The mysterious and mischievous Devil’s food cake,  The sweet and dainty Angel’s food cake,  The unrivaled simplicity of classic vanilla,  The delightful eccentricity of

I spent countless hours in that dark and cold place. I was rarely seen. I rarely slept. I rarely ate. When I had the chance to eat, the food was often awful, yet I scarfed it down as quickly as I could. There was always more to be done; nothing ever seemed to be finished. The hours were odd and seemingly endless. When I would finally leave, I still had countless hours of work left to do. When I would finally leave, I wanted nothing more than to go back again. While that dark and cold place sounds miserable and we often described our time there as hellish, it was home. It was the place where I belonged, where I felt the most comfortable. It w