It’s my birthday and still working. Few of my friends called and few left texts. And am happy that at least they remember my birthday…but sad that the one whom I expected to call didn’t even leave a text.
I can’t take my mind off her. Everything reminds about her. The rain, she loved rain. She loved the smell of the soil. I miss her so much.
Short Story of a Mother and Daughter: The table near the window stood with photographs of a little girl and a young woman and then a teenage gal showing off her trophy
Love Short Story: You can tell me your dreams I can’t promise to make them come true, but I’ll be there to pick up the pieces of your broken heart if your dreams happen to fall through.
Love Short Story: You know you’re in love when you can say anything to the person and you know they won’t laugh at you. When you can see their face
Article on Loneliness: I don’t think many understand what Loneliness is. They think you are alone you feel lonely, maybe they do, but I don’t mean that
Love Short Story: The day started with a text from a friend actually gal and a friend.. no sarcastic smiles please because strictly she is my friend just a friend.