Reblog – Faceless by Natalie Swift

I Write Her

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Unfortunately, the blog no longer exists. I didn’t get to know Natalie well, but she was one of my favorite reads. I realize that nothing stays the same and for whatever reason, she doesn’t write anymore. It just makes me sad when blogs sometimes just fade away. I hope Natalie sees this post and knows her words touched me. This piece reminded me so much of my thoughts and feelings during the terrible teens and tumultuous 20s. They sure did leave some scars. This was originally published on August 4, 2018.


It all started as a game.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been a people-watcher.

As a child, I would watch people for hours before even attempting to talk to them.

I’d scrutinize how you spoke. What you wore. When you laughed. What you liked. Whom you talked to.

I would…

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A Faded Romantic's Notebook

There are meetings


and conversations

that seem full of portent

full of promise

full of premonition

unusual and special

from their very first breath.

Yet there are others

that appear innocent

with no significance

or implication

or intuition

until much later

when hindsight shows us

how momentous

those inauspicious

innocuous moments

really were.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not brand new, but always true

Art by Dan Witz

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Be Sure And Read Sarah’s – Soulmates

Sarah Doughty

“And this is how I know
soulmates exist.”

Someone once asked me if I believed in the concept of soulmates. My answer was simple: yes. And this is how I know.

You see, I’ve felt the rain from the same storms, seen the same lightning flash across the sky. I’ve felt the same wind that whipped through your hair. Knowing you’ve probably paused and thought the same about me, too.

I’ve watched the same shooting stars and wished upon them, letting my thoughts linger over you. I have seen the color of fire. How the undulating flames hypnotized me. And I know you’ve felt that same warmth. I know you’ve smelled the same smoke. I know our dreams have intersected more than once. So, even when we are apart, somehow, we are always connected. In this life, and in spirit, our souls are entwined. This is how I know soulmates…

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