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 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
The other day my mom asked me how I could be so cold. For a moment, I thought it was just a rhetorical question, and she was trying to be funny. But she was cold serious (pun intended). Her eyes reflected disappointment. And it was understandable. If there’s someone who has always had her heart,… Read More Untitled
Having recently turned 27 and staying single has be to a milestone that no other girl in my family has ever reached. The defending champion was my mom who was wed to my father at 26. This record of mine has been thrown at my face ever since I turned 23. My mother’s record was… Read More Priorities at 27
It’s such an awful feeling. Knowing that you are feeling the worst but you cannot talk about your emotions out loud because it is so fucking confusing to even yourself how you are feeling. So what do you do? Pent it up? But for how long?