Nadé Marshall

Articles by
Nadé Marshall

How To Miss Somebody

You are here and they are there, and the space between the two of you fills you with an anguish you didn’t know existed. It is a space devoid of reason.

This Is Not Love, This Is Infatuation

Your hands feel like a touch of heaven, when you caress me, when you hold me, when you stroke my hair and touch my face, I have to remind myself to breathe.