I know him like breathing. I guessed his favorite color on the first try. Except, I didn’t guess it. I said it casually like we had known each other for eternity. Like we had watched the wor » Continue Reading
It hit me today when I heard that same song again. Oh God, why am I doing this? Here we go. I must have been 17, though the details are hazy now. All I have is this faint, blurry memory of a version of me going through something I can’t even fully grasp anymore—isolated, with no one to confide in. Back then, I used to wander through random sites, looking for distractions, for anything that could k... » Continue Reading