Until Next Year

You asked what I would write about. Right now, this moment, here. What would the first sentence be? I told you…

I’m 19, But I Don’t Wanna Be Rich When I Grow Up

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.

Every Person Is A Person

There are currently 7,198,338,245 people on Earth. That number increased by about 15 as soon as I finished writing that sentence,…

Good Bye Is Not The End

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.

What Love Is

Love is two people meeting – innocent, and friendly.

You’re 23, And You’re Settling

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?