For reminding me of my worth when I needed it the most, For not getting tired of my same old issues, For the open arms and the honest truths, Thank you. For being the one who always saves, and for not giving up on me while others do, Thank you. And sorry, for not
What sets love apart from what is not? It is when the tired hand still choose to work, or the sleepy eyes pretend that it can, still, stay up for the night. It is when we choose silence than brute words and space while the other thinks. Love, is seeing the good than the bad.
It’s 2019. This year only mean two things to me; I have been procrastinating for more than five years and waiting myself to be ready for writing. On the positive note, I am more serious on hitting my target this year. And if punching the keys won’t be enough then let me do more than
For someone who grew up following rules, staying in line and conforming to norms, internally, I longed for adventure, one that I can tell when I’m older. There has always been something inside telling me that there’s more to it than meets the eye. Traveling (though not too often) made me feel freer than usual,
I wish to escape the night. It relives old photos, a memory of a random dance and your smile and your arms that have been my home for almost 7 years. The same smile that I wish to see when I walked on the aisle. The same arms that I wish to wrap me
Summer on Blossom Street by New York Times Best Selling Author, Debbie Macomber was not the usual book I would read in my vacant time but I’m glad that I gave it a try. The story revolves around the people in the Blossom Street, the Good Yarn store and knitting. Lydia, one of the characters, says