I was 18 when I had a crush on someone. It was like a forced crush. I wanted to be loved and appreciated and I was in a rebellious mood. My interaction with the opposite sex was limited, so if a guy smiled, compliment me, gave me attention, I got overwhelmed. I met this guy … Continue reading IF ………..
The apartment smelled fabulous when I got back home from Yoga class. Ed Sheeran was crooning through the speakers. I glanced into the kitchen and saw him swaying to the music while stirring something on the hot plate. ‘Hey good morning,’ I called out as I got closer. ‘What’s cooking?’ He held a spoon out, I … Continue reading Standing Tall