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Come Back To Me

Couple's silhouette in front of sunset

It has been too long since my fingertips have traced your smile, or pressed into your palm, or been held in yours.

Every Day, I Am Still Losing You

I had good days without you. I’ve been successful at work, happy in my home, and I am running again. The sunrises are beautiful again. I don’t wake up crying anymore, and though this feels so selfish and terrible to admit, I have been happy since the loss of you. I thought I was healing.

This Is What It Means To Be A Bookworm

I read when I want to kill time. I read when I get stressed. I read when I’m angry. I read as my mom shouts at me for skipping meals and choosing books. I read in an attempt to slip away from the monotony of existence.