There’s always a first

It was a hot Summer day. She had just gotten home after a nasty fight with her bench-partner at school. Her little finger was bleeding from a small cut and the black satin ribbon from her ponytail was untangled, messing up her hair. She was angry, and sweating. So she dumped her bag on the … Continue reading There’s always a first

crinkles of love

Day 1: Dry and cold November arrived and I was eager to see you. You were warm around my vulnerabilities and it felt like home. Around you, it wasn’t an effort. Things happened naturally and you made promises. Promises I didn’t want to believe but I always did. And then it had to fade because … Continue reading crinkles of love