She had been sitting in front of the laptop for hours. Two cups of tea, her third had long since turned cold. Why wasn’t she typing?
I used to make jokes about how love can easily turn to hate if pointed in the right direction. Clearly, the joke's on me.
Author's Note: Let it be known that no matter what (or how many) grievances I may have against my family, I love each and every one of them to bits... more than I could ever express in words.
Now, you may proceed.
It's never too late to learn 🙂
It's been a year and half since I lost my father. Not literally anyway. But people don't need to know that.People ask questions. And sometimes, most times, they are not ready for the answers. Even if they were, I am not. Not yet anyway. They don't need to know that. There were no goodbyes. I…
Roses are red Violets are blue I'm getting over you So I guess I'm good
Roses are red Violets are blue It's been a minute How are you?