登入I'm 29 years old, nearly 30 and so far, my sister and Photography have been my life and soul. Ever since I stepped foot in my first darkroom during my Sophomore year I always had a hunch that this would be my true passion. Since I held my first camera. Set up my first tripod, captured my first photo and filmed my first piece. I just knew that this is what I wanted to do. My life has been a complicated mess since I was 10 years old. My life was thrown away by my parents because I was a burden to them, I had a pen pal who I vented my anger out on for years yet he had become a huge part of my life. I haven't had a serious relationship in...well...ever and It's not every day that you find a man wanting to talk to you...granted, this man is the one who spilt his coffee down me the first time we met and from then on he became the Baine of my existence. I live in Texas City, Houston and I love what I do, the freedom it gives me being behind a camera but it also comes with a price when you least expect it. My life was complicated enough but when I vent out on a secret to this man, my feelings towards him become stir crazy and a whirlwind of emotions. One's I didn't want in the first place because 2 weeks before meeting said man...I was applying for a year long fellow ship abroad. A once in a lifetime opportunity to go to one of Spain's most explored and cultured cities - Barcelona.
查看更多Eight months pregnant is a scam.Nobody tells you that your feet will disappear, your back will constantly ache and every position you sit in will somehow become uncomfortable after ten minutes. Nobody tells you that rolling over in bed becomes an Olympic sport or that putting your socks on requires the flexibility of a gymnast and the patience of a saint. I love my daughter more than life itself and I already know that I would do absolutely anything for her, but right now she feels determined to lodge her foot somewhere between my ribs and my lungs. Between that and the constant pressure in my lower back, I'm pretty sure she's already plotting revenge for something I haven't even done yet.The weather report has been warning everyone about the storm for two days now and normally I wouldn't pay much attention to it, but living on the coast means storms feel different here. The ocean becomes darker, the wind becomes harsher and the sky turns an eerie shade of grey that makes everything
Three weeks.I’ve been in Barcelona for three weeks and somehow I’ve managed to find a balance between giving Maisie space and refusing to disappear again. It isn’t easy because every protective instinct inside me wants to be involved in everything, but I know pushing her will only send her running in the opposite direction. So instead I show up when she lets me, I answer when she calls, and I spend every single day trying to prove that my actions are worth more than any apology I could ever give her.The first time she lets me inside her apartment I nearly lose my mind.Not because of the apartment itself.Not because of the ocean view.Not because of the fact that she somehow manages to make a tiny place feel like a home.It’s because I see evidence of our daughter everywhere.There are baby books stacked neatly beside the sofa. Tiny socks folded on a coffee table. A half-built changing station sitting against the wall near the hallway, like she had every ounce of energy to do it bu
Pregnant.The word echoes around my head so loudly that I can barely hear the waves crashing against the shore. Every thought I had before finding her suddenly becomes insignificant. The months of searching, the sleepless nights, the guilt, the regret and the anger I directed at myself all collapse into one overwhelming realization. Maisie is pregnant and judging by the size of her stomach, she’s been pregnant for a long time. After asking her the ovbious questions of, do you know if it's a boy or a girl, she finally looks at me, smiles and tells me we are having a daughter. A little baby girl. Our baby. My daughter.Our daughter.I stare at her stomach again before dragging my eyes back up to her face because I don’t want her to think that’s all I see. God knows I deserve every terrible thing she probably thinks about me right now. The truth is that I’m trying to process the fact that while I’ve been spending months wondering if she’d ever forgive me, she’s been carrying our child
The wind coming off the ocean feels colder than it did an hour ago.Maybe it isn’t the weather.Maybe it’s the fact that Max Kenner is somewhere in Barcelona looking for me.I sit on the sand with my knees pulled up to my chest, my oversized hoodie stretched over my stomach. The waves crash against the shore over and over again, the same rhythm they’ve kept since the day I arrived here six months ago. Usually the sound settles me. Usually I can close my eyes and forget everything that happened in Texas. Today every wave feels like a countdown.Ruby disappeared twenty minutes ago.Twenty minutes of waiting.Twenty minutes of imagining every possible outcome.Twenty minutes of trying not to throw up.Not because of the pregnancy either.Because of him.I haven’t seen him in months. Not since before I left America. Not since before I packed up my entire life and boarded a plane with a broken heart and a positive pregnancy test sitting hidden in my handbag.My daughter kicks suddenly.A s
5 months Later. Okay so over the last 5 months since I've moved to Spain I have found my footing with my work, I have been open and happy about what I want to do and the photos I love to take. I have my own new website that I post on and it's thriving but somewhere along the lines of what I wanted t
I read the letter that was posted this morning. I read it over and over again wondering what it all meant.I wanted to believe that I was doing the right thing and that everything I had ever worked for wouldn't be left to rot. My mom was always badgering us boys to be gentlemen and to treat women rig
Dear Maisie,My name is Jillian Sanchez and I am the lead co-ordinator at Flashes and smiles fellow ship in Barcelona,We have read and re read your application, we have continuously checked out your portfolio gathered in Huston Texas and we are extremely delighted to offer you this fellow shit which
My whole body hurt so much, I didn't even know it was possible for my body to hurt this much. I want to say that I will get rescued but each time I reject Professor Shane he gets nasty. I first felt his teeth marks on me not long after we got into his place but the. Again when I refused to take my s
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