I wish for love so dear that the thought of losing him would be excruciating pain for my body, mind and soul. Because I doubt if it would be love otherwise. — Janice Collins
She stretched her arms forward on the table hoping for his. All she felt was cold hard rock glass and emptiness.
She was an independent girl who loved her freedom and loved her own company. She was one of those people who won’t get bored when they are by themselves in a new city, instead she enjoyed the adventure of finding new ways to her new place, trying out new food joints that served weirdest foodContinue reading “She Part II”
She had her favorite floral dress on with her nude pumps and the black lather backpack which he had gifted her from his first salary.