“Loving me isn’t easy at all. How do you do it anyway?”, your moist eyes glare at me […]
Unlike all others I’m not born with a fleshy skin, nor spent nine months in a mother’s womb […]
Love can heal, loving can mend your soul, it’s the only thing that I know
Save for one, the boys cleared all the tables in the café and left. In the silence he could hear his chest wheezing. He slowly rose from the counter, shuffled to the fridge, fetched a bottle of her favorite syrupy sweet raspberry soda and put it down on the red chequered table cloth. His Delnaz looked at him so lovingly!
I share everything with you,
With a lil sense of security,
You understand me like no one does,
And bear all my peculiarity.
Read the Journey of a Daughter as she transforms into another role
It’s 5 p.m. She’s back…