POMY

At first, she thought it’s because she believes in second chances; in the idea of timing; that nothing is ever impossible. Then she thought maybe she has become blind with optimism. Nonsense hope. That if only she did this, or she did that, things would finally fall into place. She was clinging to hope with…

She wasn’t sad, she wasn’t in pain. All she was feeling was anger. She was so angry. It wasn’t because their love was over, or because things hadn’t worked out the way she had hoped. She wasn’t angry because she loved him so much that she had given up half of her dreams for him….

The house I grew up in didn’t feel as if it’s mine anymore. I spent most of my childhood here and I thought it was mine. The memories I have of this place are still vivid in my mind. I remember everything. From the first sleepless night, I spent in here to our dog passing…

“How naive of me,” she said, “to think that I would feel no pain at the end of it all. I should know by now that caring leads to being hurt. I should have learned sooner that feelings have consequences too. But it’s okay,’’ she says, “looking at things from a different perspective, none of…

She sometimes feels like she’s a terrible person with an ego that makes her look so strong yet breaks her from the inside. She misses people. She misses those who she doesn’t talk to anymore. She hates that people who meant so much to her left her because her ego kept her from letting them know…