I’m not playing hard to get. I am hard to get. I don’t need to be chased. I’m just making sure whoever comes close understands the value of what they found. I’m easy to love, but access to me isn’t just handed out. I don’t need anyone jumping through hoops—but I’m worth the effort. I don’t

I learned a long time ago that you cannot coach everybody the same way. I coached college basketball, men and women, and somewhere between the practices, the losses, the long bus rides, and watching young people try to become who they were supposed to be, I learned something. The sam

Flowers Need Access to the Light Corina, I’ve been thinking about whether I should say anything at all. Sometimes silence is easier. You can see something, feel something, and leave it alone. Nobody has to risk being wrong. Nobody has to admit they noticed. Nobody has to put their heart so

You think I work this hard just to cover it up? We outside all summer—topless. That’s my fashion statement. 6’1”. 190 lbs. Grade A. USDA Certified. Wasabi attitude. Don’t worry… I own shirts. I just don’t negotiate with summer. 😎 📍 Find me here: 📘 Facebook: Kevin W. Simpson 📸 Lemon8:

¿Qué tal? No quería nada. Solo quería saber cómo estás. Porque sé lo que se siente necesitar que alguien pregunte por ti. A veces, el silencio más fuerte es darte cuenta de que nadie llamó. No te conozco así de bien. Pero ahora ya te conozco. Estamos bien. La verdad

I was daydreaming about you earlier. “Don’t tilt your head at me.” “Yes, that is so.” “Well…” Placing your hands on your hips and tapping your foot impatiently doesn’t scare me, but I’ll tell you anyway. I notice a spark of curiosity creeping into your deep brown eyes. “Do you wan

I wake each morning with your smile still in my view, A quiet piece of heaven that leads me back to you. It softens every worry and settles every fear, Like sunlight through the window reminding me you’re near. My dreams are filled with moments I hope we’ll someday share, But loving you mean

More interested than me? Young princess, what do you mean? Fix your crown, I’ll play along. Let’s speak now, king to queen. I’m innocent, lawyer told me I should plead the Fifth, Still counting all my clicks. Trying to see if we would click, While curses turn to flips. My mother gave

Kevin, I am writing to you in the quiet hours before our wedding. A midnight-blue Savile Row dinner suit hangs beside the window, its broad peak lapels faced in black corded silk. Beyond the glass, Manhattan is beginning to wake. The first light has reached the building across the avenue t

I keep wondering whether telling you what is really on my heart would bring us closer or complicate something I’m not ready to lose. Two truths and a lie. We’ll marry beneath a golden sky. Every step down the aisle toward me will be a win. We’ll build a home with five kids, two dogs, one

An emotional fantasy short film from the Dear Future Wife™ series. INT. KEVIN’S HOUSE — AFTERNOON Warm light fills the room. Kevin stands in front of a camera, filming content. He appears peaceful—focused, confident, finally comfortable in his own skin. KEVIN —to everyone watching, rem

“Sugar and spice and everything nice…” I grew up believing that saying meant something. Not perfection. Not submission. Just kindness. Gentleness. Grace. Humility. Today, it feels as though those qualities are laughed at. Instead, we’re told to admire the “bad bitch.”

Dear Junior, Love, by itself, doesn’t keep a woman. If it did, heartbreak, betrayal, and divorce wouldn’t exist. Women wouldn’t leave men they once called their soulmate. Looks don’t keep her either. If they did, men like Tom Welling, Brad Pitt, and Johnny Depp wouldn’t have experie

Half-hearted? Me? I don’t buy that. Wrote letter after letter. You kept sending mine back. That’s your version. Mine started whole. Love don’t come in fractions. It never lost its soul. Thats the difference. Ten out of ten. I was all in. That’s never changed. That’s where I’ve be

Someone Has to Be the First to Say Hello. On Maple Street stood a little white fence. It wasn’t very tall. It wasn’t very fancy. But every afternoon, it had the best seat in the neighborhood. Children leaned against its rails after school. Neighbors rested their arms across the to

Te ves preciosa hoy. Lo sé… Three weeks is a long time to disappear. You deserved better than that. If I had a better excuse… Te la daría. No la tengo. Sometimes I mistake distance for discipline. It isn’t. Sometimes I convince myself that if I wait long enough… …I’ll

Before you scroll, before the day decides who deserves your attention think of one name. Not the loudest. Not the closest. Just the one that quietly crossed your mind. Maybe they’re smiling. Maybe they’re struggling. Maybe they’re waiting for someone to remember them. A message

Every generation is one story away from forgetting who they were. The room is quiet. Not because there is nothing to say. Because everyone understands that some words deserve silence before they deserve applause. An old hand opens a worn book. Small eyes lean closer. For a moment,