Until Next Year
You asked what I would write about. Right now, this moment, here. What would the first sentence be? I told you…
You asked what I would write about. Right now, this moment, here. What would the first sentence be? I told you…
There was no need to live in a great big house that has a beautiful garden and sparkling swimming pool. It was prettier to have flower pots by the window sill and much healthier to let children interact at community pools and playgrounds.
They say the best things in life are unplanned.
I remembered crying endlessly for about a month because that’s all I felt I could do.
There are currently 7,198,338,245 people on Earth. That number increased by about 15 as soon as I finished writing that sentence,…
This is an I miss you, a thank you for being everything you are. For meeting me on that warm July day, for asking permission to kiss me for the first time after our walk along the High Line, for challenging my thoughts and giving my heart wings in a city that can be so harsh and frigid and wretched yet so maddeningly beautiful at the same time.
It’s the classic stereotype. Students from top-50 universities in the U.S. who take a semester or two overseas don’t do anything…
Love is two people meeting – innocent, and friendly.
It’s something that you used to say annoyed you…you said you never understood why twenty-somethings dated people they weren’t really into. What’s the point?
You know those friends that you have known for what feels like an eternity?