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But I told the stars about you….

I told the stars how worried I was that I wouldn’t be enough for you. Or that you wouldn’t want me. But they reassured me and told me how neither of us were in places in our lives…

If walls could talk…

If walls could talk,they would tell youwhat my roomhas been made of. They would tell youabout the scars hiddenin the depths of my mirror,about the wave of my painthat has washed over the floor,about the carpet hiding thecracks underneath,about the… Read More ›

Winters

Snow may be harsh and chilly to the world, but to me it’s always been the scintillating spread of joy that arrived every winter, and brought my father along with it. You’d expect an army man’s daughter to be as… Read More ›