“It was a girl. She was tall but not gawky, clad in new “first day of the semester” jeans, a white blouse that peeked out from under a navy-blue jacket, and clean new Keds girls’ sneakers. Her chestnut-colored hair was… — Alex Diaz-Granados Copy Share Image
“I heard the door at the far end of the hallway swing open. Then I heard familiar footsteps approaching. After going to three different schools for seven years, I knew it was Mark. “Hi, Mark,” I said. “Hey, pal. I thought I’d find you here,” Mark said. I sighed wearily. “Did you find her?” Mark asked tentatively. “Yeah.” “Did you… — Alex Diaz-Granados Copy Share
“I was not able to sleep that night. To be honest, I didn’t even try. I stood in front of my living room window, staring out at the bright lights of New York City. I don’t know how long I stood there; in fact, I didn’t see the millions of multicolored lights or the never-ending streams of headlights and taillights… — Alex Diaz-Granados Copy Share
“My friend (and ex-lover) Nicole says I’m just a restless soul. My barhopping friend Mark thinks it’s just a premature middle-age crisis; I just celebrated my 33rd birthday last week, after all. I have another theory. It’s not original, so I can’t call it the James Garraty Theory of Life. Want to hear it? Here goes. No matter how old… — Alex Diaz-Granados Copy Share
“It was a girl. She was tall but not gawky, clad in new “first day of the semester” jeans, a white blouse that peeked… — Alex Diaz-Granados Copy Share Image
“[First Line} It’s quiet here. But then again, it’s supposed to be quiet.” — Alex Diaz-Granados Copy Share Image
“My heart aches with pent-up yearning as I hold the girl of my dreams in my arms. I look into those wonderful eyes and… — Alex Diaz-Granados Copy Share Image
