There was something in his gaze. Something deep and raw. The way he looked at her. I got it then. He loved her, and it was killing him. He wouldn’t get over her, I whispered, he can’t.”
When do you become an adult? At 16, 18, or 21? Is it when you get your first job, when you get married, or when you have a child?
Honestly, I don’t remember when I became one. Maybe at the age of 9, when I started staying home alone , looking after myself & my house when my parents went to parties and gatherings
Still lies between the pages
– of my old diary.
How do I tell him that I don’t write anymore because it’s him. On my mind. All the thoughts. All the damn time. That even when I try hard to write something new, something people could relate to. I end up writing about him.
I hope you try new things, make mistakes, over come your fear, learn and most importantly grow. I hope you fall in love with books, flowers, rain and life , experience the hope n despair , which come along with it.