Be moldable.
The moment I realize someone is hurting, I stumble. My mind slows down. My arms…
After our breakup, I’d often glance back at old photos, read our messages and reminisce about all the…
Dear mom and dad,
I couldn’t believe it.Was this really happening to me?
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I blurted out, as my date looked on with a speechless expression. “I’m not…
Hearing those words stung. It hurt, like needle sharp pains stabbing at your soul. It made me want to cry. My…