His M, He thought he was cheating on you with me. That should have stopped me. That should have been a good reason for me to let go of my hand in his. But he kept holding it. And I never had the courage in me to unwrap his fingers around mine. He said those… Read More Love letters to the woman he loved – Vol I
I hate that you ruined my favorite perfume for me I cannot enjoy the fragrance without being transported back into your car I hate that I cannot steal your books anymore There was never a book I did not enjoy that had your fingerprints on it I hate that I can never walk in the… Read More 10 Things I Hate About You
I haven’t been thinking about you ever since last year. But two days ago I saw her name. On a list of a document where I work. And I stopped in my tracks. It can’t be. Life will not be that cruel. World is not THAT small. She absolutely cannot find work at the only… Read More Speak.
You know I tried to convince myself I don’t need to write this post … three times I pressed post and then closed the window. But I guess it’s better to let the words out there than inside my already cluttered mind. I had a strange thought today. I was yet again reminded of you… Read More Your Face
The other day I was watching the television and this scene came up. It triggered a memory I had of you. Of us. When we used to walk together. You did the exact same thing with me, it was a tiny gesture. You hated PDA as much as I did. And we were walking on… Read More I hope it doesn’t remind you of me
my latest obsession as you can see from my previous posts in The Script. To think i am acting like a teenage yet again. I have to draft more than 1500 words because I am back to earning via writing and it is oh so difficult. SO DIFFICULT to write for something that you don’t… Read More I wanted words but all i got was nothing
So I am working on this paper that tests whether parents transfer their preferences and behaviors onto their children. It’s quite an interesting theory albeit not an old one. The nature versus nurture debate is something I would leave the scientists to fight over. For me, I am just sticking to proving the hypothesis that… Read More Who taught you to lie?
Year after year, I revisit the same days. That’s what makes it harder I guess: those godawful days on the calendar shouting at me, reminding me of those hours. If it were up to me, I would burn all those days. You finally achieved what you wanted in the first place. You placed the idea… Read More I can’t take the ache from heartbreak