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Do You Like The Person You’ve Become?

I ask you this question in writing because I could not talk to you when I saw you we saw yesterday. Heck, I could barely even look at you. You, on the other hand, were bold enough to look at me. It felt like you were looking right into my pores; into my soul. How did you even think you had the right to look at me? Is it not

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Hindsight is a Bastard 

Hindsight is the worst person you want to listen to after a breakup; Sometimes, she’ll smack her lips together and say ‘I told you so’ But did she? No.  In the present, hindsight is a lazy employee; not doing her job.  You employed her for her wisdom, but you did not pay attention to her work ethics and diligence.  For she never does her job until after the avoidable has

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Thank You Jude

Dear Jude, I always promised to have a better perspective on breakups; to be more mature about it; to stay friends; to be decent. But here I am, finding it hard to even write this letter because the Tablet I’m using was given to me by you. I want to slam it across the wall and watch it shatter into tiny pieces; maybe then people would see a physical representation

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Unknown Destination

I am not even sure if I did what I did out of sheer frustration or actual inspiration. But I hope that the more I write about it, the more I’ll feel calm(or not). I broke up with my boyfriend today.  It sounds a lot like basic news; thousands of breakups are going on per second in the world as I write. But what’s interesting(?) about this my breakup is

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Erm… Mr Murphy?

Prompt: 27 Feb Comedy of errors Murphy’s Law says, ‘Anything that can go wrong will go wrong’. Write about a time everything did – fiction encouraged here too!   Bonus assignment: do you keep a notebook next to your bed? Good. Tomorrow morning, jot down the first thought you have upon waking, whether or not it’s coherent.   It happened on Friday and started in Editing class. I had walked

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Remember?

To whom it may or may not concern: I knew you when we were younger. Five years ago. I wish I didn’t. So, then I would not know how much you’ve changed. I knew you when your smile was still wide and free. Not this forced smile you do now; trying to keep all your teeth in your mouth. I knew you when you couldn’t raise an eyebrow. How did

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Je suis a fighter

*Hello people, this is another ‘One Pic; a Thousand Stories’ post. Remember; you can send in your own interpretation of the picture to oadeboro@gmail.com* ‘I love you no matter what you do, but do you have to do so much of it?’ Those were the words James had scribbled in the card he thrust into my hand. I read them, rolled my eyes and said (exaggerating concern) ‘She cheated again?’

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