A glimpse of his softness

In laughter, he would let himself go and laugh and giggle yes I said giggle. Beautiful laughter like the way a child laughs when tickled. Then suddenly something changes his composure changes all serious and tensed; he looks at me to check if how I look at him changed by what he had just revealed; …

Turn around let me change this page

I walked down a quiet road, alone… I used to do that a lot, just walk without a destination in mind. But this time I was heading to a seashore. As I wandered, what you said came down on me like rainfall, pinching cold yet pleasantly soothing. They say the truth hurts, but how exactly? …

don’t give up, nor give in.

And the chances I gave weren’t out of desperation, but out of faith. The times I forgave weren’t out of naivety but, out of hope. But once I walk out I never walk back in. It’s the tales of women that don’t give up easily so they stay nor do they give in, therefore, they …