Gabrielle Guzman : Writing

I'm here for you.

I'm here for you.

A Story by Gabrielle Guzman


I’m here for you. And not in the way that if you call, I’ll answer. In the way that means I’m literally here because of you. Whereve..
I'm just like you, easily confused.

I'm just like you, easily confused.

A Story by Gabrielle Guzman


I miss that feeling I had when everyone would warn me and say that you were an a*s and that you’d hurt me, and I’d laugh because I was so ..
Hands.

Hands.

A Story by Gabrielle Guzman


I love how our hands work together like magnets. Your hand moves, so does mine. They trace one another and they always seem to know where the other on..
I've Faced...

I've Faced...

A Story by Gabrielle Guzman


I’ve been trying to piece together exactly what it means to ‘be happy’ for a while now. I know that when I was a child, it was simp..
The Truth Is...

The Truth Is...

A Story by Gabrielle Guzman


The truth is, most people don’t want to see you happy. They want to see you miserable. They’ll go out of their way to make sure that nobod..
This Girl

This Girl

A Story by Gabrielle Guzman


I’ve watched the seasons change on her skin. I’ve seen every single color that her eyes can turn at any time of day. I’ve seen her i..
I Wish You Were Here

I Wish You Were Here

A Story by Gabrielle Guzman


This is what heartbreak means to me; losing my father.