Stephen Mejias

I’m wearing my blue blazer today. It’s almost like velvet, but not quite. Elizabeth complimented me on it when I walked in. Thank you, Elizabeth.

To an outsider, it might have appeared as though we were mimicking each other's movements. Perhaps it even seemed as though a mirror had been magically raised upwards alongside my body to reflect my motions and thoughts and buying habits.

I’ve had this headache for two years now.

<i>It seems that the only ordinary thing in life is that we overlook the little wonders around us.</i><br>
&mdash;<a href="http://www.marcelwanders.com/">Marcel Wanders</a>

She nodded her head yes and lied when I asked her if she was alright. Her brown eyes blinked a song in perfect time to keep from letting loose tears. My lovely friend was sad.

We don’t get together as often as we’d like.

In the conference room, where I have lunch each day with two of my favorite people in the world (I am very lucky), I found myself tapping my fingers in constant rhythm against the long, veneered table. Why was I doing this?