We always should respect of womens.
There was no time to grab the rest of my things. They screamed at me in our living room. His living room. My books were still spread on his coffee table. My Mother’s lamp was lighting the corner, brightening photos of us I was trying to...
Utterly silent lips, as if, wanted to say something and last moment silenced.
I know the Heading is very lame, but 'Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood' is the first thing that came to my mind when I think about my bffs. No book had ever been written in my knowledge about bond between girlfriends.
He didn't simply walk into my life. He came marching in with a purpose. He didn't want to judge like all the others, he wanted to lift me up. Yesterday I sat at his bedside, gently tucking his hair behind his ear, carefully kissing his forehead....