I retract what I said. As I sit on the private plane, awaiting instructions for takeoff from the pilot, I realize that I am en route to ITALY with my fiancé and am thinking about my miserable, cheating, asshole ex-boyfriend. What is it about Andrew? He knows it, I know it - there's something there … Continue reading Bon Voyage
Author: Brianna Facciani
To Rome With Love
“So, Rachel, what do you think about Italy? Your homeland—land of pasta, pizza, Prosecco,” Henry laughed, taking a sip of his drink and reclining back into his chair. I looked up from my plate of food and realized that all eyes were on me, awaiting my answer. We were at the restaurant with the highest … Continue reading To Rome With Love
Room With A View
On the day I moved in with Sebastian, the last person I thought I would see was Andrew. But there he was, perched atop our stoop, looking extremely out of place with his beat up black Converse amidst the white marble stairs. As our driver stopped the car, I looked over to Seb to see … Continue reading Room With A View
On Comfort
Dear Rachel, I can't believe I found someone who knows exactly what I felt like five years ago. I was in a similar place as you were; I got dumped (not cheated on - to my knowledge, at least) and ended up in a relationship with a larger-than-life boyfriend. Nobody really cared for him, but … Continue reading On Comfort
Tough Love
Rachel, You probably don't want to hear this, but I'm gonna say it anyways: Andrew is NOT the man to choose in the end. Sure, you had the chemistry, the passion, and the interests. But, need I remind you, he cheated on you, assumed that you would always be there for him no matter what, … Continue reading Tough Love
Man of Wonder
I went on a date. A date! I feel like a high-schooler again, hurriedly writing to my dear diary about all of the juicy details. But since this is public, I'll keep it clean. He did kiss me, though. And it was perfect. I thought Andrew was perfect. And yes, we all know how that … Continue reading Man of Wonder
The Descent
Things ended almost as quickly as we started them. I'm sure you're surprised. I was as well. Perfect Andrew. The man who wooed me with his horrible pick-up lines. The man that I catered to every time he came home from gigs plastered. The man who proposed a life of perfection, a life of pancakes … Continue reading The Descent
The One Word
The pounding on the door roused me from my drunken nap. A little (or a lot) of spiked eggnog, a jazzy Christmas tunes, and the glow from the corner Christmas tree really set the mood for myself and Luna, my Scottish fold, to rest our eyes while we awaited the return of Andrew from his … Continue reading The One Word
Togetherness
Life with Andrew is perfect. Perfection - now there is something I never thought could exist. Just as he charmed me on that first night in the bar, Andrew took a hold on my heart just as quickly and effortlessly. We immediately started to see each other every day after our first encounter, soaking each … Continue reading Togetherness
Andrew, Andrew, Andrew
"Did you know that every time you use a straw, you have the potential to kill Crush?" I looked up from my drink and stared at the man who came right up beside me at the bar. "Excuse me?" "Crush - the turtle from Finding Nemo. Oh, and the little baby turtle, Squirt - he … Continue reading Andrew, Andrew, Andrew
Leaving 