September.

September is coming. And with it, a month of nightmares, flashbacks and loss. Since 2001, it's been the worst month of my life, and I'm expecting this year to be no different.

And I'll tell you, love. I'll tell you all the reasons this month ties me to misery. I'm finally ready. All you've got to do is ask.

Poker life

Every time I see him.

Every time I smell his cologne.

Every time I hear his voice.

Every time I touch him over his clothes.

Every time I taste his kiss.


I have to fake it.

I have to fake like he's not the epitome of my senses.

Like seeing, smelling, hearing, touching and tasting him doesn't make me feel like the luckiest woman alive.

And I have one hell of a poker face. :)