


This did not come naturally to her. She was shy, timid and so very afraid of what others may think. She was afraid of growing old alone. The whole process was a journey of self-discovery; a long road of trial and error; a mind full of questions about life

After my breakup in January, I told myself to mourn but not for too long. So I gave myself about 6 months to get back on my feet again. It hasn’t been easy but for some bizarre reason, this time seemed a little easier than heartbreaks of the past

The days turned into weeks that turned into months, and soon the months will turn into years. After some time passes, you wonder to yourself if you ever did love at all. Was it the “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, choose to love you daily” kind of love