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; …

You won’t get a “maybe” from me

I have come across the right people in the wrong time… they were wiser, self-aware secure humans, and I a clueless hopeless giant risk-taking marshmallow of a woman. And even when I was less mind grown I have always been mindful of my presence. The load of my emotions the force in my passion, always …