An Open Letter To The Boy Whe Broke Me

The kisses, the hugs – there was no sincerity behind them. I tried to put it behind me. I told myself it was a lesson learnt, though I knew deep inside I still liked you a little, but that I could control it.

The Story That Is You

The cafe still bustles around us, people moving in and out, trying to find their way around this busy city we call home, but everything slows down around you. It’s a different reality, a different zone and the world around us disappears.