Are you sure we haven't met yet? Perhaps I was not wearing my glasses, you know?
Dear Mr. Gentleman,

Are you sure we haven't met yet? Perhaps I was not wearing my glasses, you know?
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.
I looked at myself a few times and wondered if I was losing it. I think I did. A little. Okay, a lot. But in my defence...
thank God for words that are entirely mine coming out of the lips of someone that isn't me
Did I mind, she asked. I smiled. Of course, I didn’t mind. At that point, I was at her mercy.
Sometimes, we fall in love with the idea of the person, not the actual person.
Are you Christian?
Reckless abandon. I have been trying to find a word to describe how I feel when I say things like, Lord, you can have it all or “I surrender” or “Take all of me” or “I submit to your authority”.Reckless abandon. This goes against everything I’ve ever learned to be. Cool, composed, and assertive. It…
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