All in True Romance

Emoore Saylavee

Everyone's kind of looking for love or someone or something. You hitchhike and travel and you're almost hopeless sometimes, but I met this pretty, dope, girl, hitchhiking, and she's been like the crown jewel of the road for me.

Ariel Part 2 of 3

What is he gonna have to do, kill me before you do anything to this man? Because he means me absolutely no good. Before I’ll let him take mine, of course I’ll take his life. I’m not trying to go down that road but I’m not going to idly stand by and let him take my life from me. I’ll shoot the shit out of him and keep it moving.


There’s an old adage that says, you don’t know what you’ve got til you lose it.” I always knew I had a good husband but I always thought he depended on me more than I depended on him. That was the thing that was so surprising because I found out that wasn’t true.


she says, “I don’t never regret being with you. Even though we put each other through a lot of bad times, we had so many great times too.” And she was right. 


The pastor called on the children to come up to the front and sing. There was a girl who brought them all up to the alter. They were singing and all and a light come down through that ceiling and shined all over her.

Frenchie Moe

So yeah that’s it. Two people vow to “jump off a cliff” together, at the same time, out of crazy, insane love, but only one of them actually jumps when the moment comes. And someone gets stranded. By themselves.


Me and my lover, we liveded together but he was a bad boy. He was a thug. He wanted me and everybody else too. He ended up getting killed because he was running around. 


I met Corey and Mickey on the edge of The Bluff, an Atlanta neighborhood known for drugs, prostitution, and gang violence. I approached them because they were clearly out of place and I wanted to hear their story. 


I’m usually a very private person but today, I’ll talk to you. My husband of forty years is at home right now smashing up and destroying everything that’s in my house. I’m not even able to go home and lay down.


I’ve been sober for 2 years now, but these last 6 months have been hell. I quit going to meetings when I got involved with somebody. Last Sunday I threw him out.  I always fall back into drinking when I stop going to meetings. I isolate myself really, really bad. 


He died in 2006. It’s been a while but I still think about him cause it was the happiest time of my life. I wish he was here right now. I really did love the guy. I did. After all these years, I still love him.


My ex was a veteran, God bless his soul. He overdosed on pain killers. I went over there and something wasn’t right. He didn’t come to the door. I crawled in the middle window cause I remembered I left it open. I found his body just limp.