He is beginning to love me. I see it in the way he avoids my eyes, the way his fingers trace around my neck, the way he moves that one strand of hair away from my face, and the way he constantly mentions my name when he speaks of his future. I know he is…
My love, This is a love letter from me, your future ex. If we’re being honest, no one can love as much as we do. The way we love and love and love can be enough for the whole world. When we are together, all the stars align and it’s like all John Green’s…
Okay, so I have a lover who is not mine. He is handsome but he has flaws. Flaws like the scar on his chin, and his insecurities. He says he loves life yet he is not afraid of death. He says he is confused yet he knows what he does not want. His name…
‘You found me,’ I tell him. ‘I’ve been lost but here I am, next to you and I don’t feel empty anymore. You found the me I haven’t seen in a very long time. The me who laughs at your jokes and looks at you with eyes filled with innocence. The me who gets excited…
Once upon a time, someone like me loved someone like you. Of course, I will not go around telling them you were bad for me, even though you were. Because what would that make me? How bad could I have been myself to fall in love with someone like you? Of course, I will tell…
On days like this, I feel no pain. On days like this, all the losses and heartbreaks seem like unrealized dreams. On days like this, I am hopeful about today, tomorrow and even yesterday. On days like this, my ability to forget disappears and I am reminded of all the good times, and they’re not…
ነብይም ባንሆን…እኔም አንተም እናውቃለን… መጀመሪያ አንድ እሮብ ጠዋት ላይ እንዳየኸው ትርጉም የሌለው ህልም ትረሳኛለህ። ከነመፈጠሬም አታስበኝም። ጭራሽ ወደኸኝ ታውቅ እንደነበርም ትጠራጠር ይሆናል፤ ሰው የሚወደውን ሰው እንዲህ በቀላሉ አይረሳማ! ነብይም ባንሆን… እኔም አንተም እናውቃለን… ቀናት ከዛም ወራት ሲያልፉ ከነአካቴው የረሳኸኝ ይመስልሀል፤ አንዲት ድሮ የምታውቃት ሴት እንደሆንኩ ይሰማሀል። ግን ከእለታት አንድ እሁድ ነገሮች ይቀየራሉ። ‘መንገድ ላይ ብንገናኝስ?’…
Do you remember, the first time you said my name you added ‘ዬ’ and it annoyed me. I told you, you shouldn’t use ‘ዬ’ for strangers. You said, ‘You don’t feel like a stranger, you feel like home, my home, whom I have known all my life.’ Have I told you why I don’t like…
You know it, I know it, we both know it. What we had wasn’t love. It may have felt like it but we know it wasn’t. I mean the way you hugged me with your fingers caressing my hair felt like home, and my heart skipped a beat every time you kissed me hard enough…
Wounded little bird What has you so undone? The picture that you painted has become so muddled Ahhh… but dear one Isn’t that what you wanted? To break your heart so that you can feel? To feel the consequences of your mistakes hopes dreams and broken promises? To feel the pain of losing hoping you…