Dear Jon #1


I couldn’t help staring at his face. We laid on a blanket on the beach, the waves crashing against the pier. The clear night sky filled with stars and a full blood moon shone down on us. Nothing compared to my husbands profile. He kept his hair short; a buzz cut every few weeks just like I did with my undercut. He wore black rimmed glasses and the paint was chipping on the sides. His sideburns were dark and met his beard. It was fall so he was beginning to grow it out for winter.

His lips pursed at the beauty above as mine did at the beauty of him.

In that moment, I was jealous of the sky as he peered into it with his eyes, blue as violent waves of a hurricane.

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Krissi Mae is a 30 year old writer & Creative Writing Major residing in Arizona. She identified her love of reading at a young age with The Frog and the Toad & Goosebumps, followed by R.L. Stines Fear Street series, and of course Harry Potter. Though she knew she wanted to be a writer from a young age, she didn't pursue it out of fear it wouldn't bring her financial stability. After losing her father in early 2018, she realized the importance of following her heart. She now lives in happiness with her best friend and fiancé.

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