Mica Trinidad

All I want is a cup of coffee with you. With our hands intertwined, gripping paper cups which probably have our names spelled wrong, strolling through the streets and breathing in the fresh air.

I’m thankful that it took his lack of interest (it’s not as bad as it sounds) for me to know what I deserve.

Poetry is everywhere. It’s in the air we breathe, it’s in the rustling of the trees, it’s in streets of a city, and it’s in every corner of the universe…

I remember each time he’d take my picture when I wasn’t looking. I remember him spoiling me with things I sometimes didn’t deserve

I miss you when I see your name appear on my screen. A simple text from you goes a long way.

I’m sick and tired of getting up every day living my life for other people.

You’re not a morning person. You’re not an afternoon person. You’re not an evening person.

You hate having to say ‘table for 1’ when you eat at a restaurant.

I think it’s so beautiful when it rains. You see a different side of people. You see a different side of the world.

When I have problems, I run to my sister. When I have stories about my day or what happened in school, I tell my sister. When I need advice or tips on something, I ask my sister. I know my sister will always be there for me like I know I’ll always be there for her. Here are 6 reasons why I love my sister so much.

Books are like magic.

Girls these days expect so much from their boyfriends, thanks to the influence of chick licks and romance novels that changed their perspective on relationships and love.