I lay down in the warm summer grass and closed my eyes as the sun beamed brightly overhead. The sun’s rays bathed me in their warmth, gently caressing my body. As the afternoon wore on, I let my consciousness drift away to a different time.
Along with the sunlight, I now felt two arms holding me in their embrace. I open my eyes and look into a pair of chocolate-colored eyes smiling down at me, with mischief hidden in their depths. She leaned down and gently brushed her lips against mine, slowly taking my breath away. I was so happy. I was so Continue reading “Live for Love”
Falling in love is so easy. So damn easy. It’s acknowledging it that’s difficult for me. I don’t want to admit to myself that by saying that I am in love, I would be willingly putting myself in a vulnerable position. But, you know what’s harder than falling in love? Being in love. That shit is hard. Continue reading “Love is Hard”
The more I get older, the more I start to see how much we are all faking it. This is not a sad post, but rather an observant one. People, including myself, put up this mask of everything being put together and create this false reality that they want to present to the world. Growing up, I would look at people older than me and see them as those who had their shit together. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Continue reading “Say What’s Real”
My mom loves to talk about me growing up. The term, “problem child” comes up from time to time when she starts reminiscing. It’s interesting when she talks about raising me. She does it with love in her voice almost as though she appreciates the little girl that I was, including the troublemaker in me that would surface now and again. My mom says she could have done without some of the drama that I put her through, but she would never go back to change a thing. That’s the kind of woman she is. She’s a constant nurturer, as most mothers are. She loves so hard, without any inhibitions. That’s probably where I learned to love the way I do. Probably one of my more redeeming qualities, thank you for that mama. Continue reading “Mom”
Forewarning, this post seems like an entry out of a moody teenager’s diary, but that’s what I’m feeling like. So, here it goes. I feel so sad and lonely and hurt right now, because I miss someone who has been in my life since the beginning of their existence. I was there for their first breath, first tears, first word, first steps, first crush, first heartbreak and whatever else firsts you want to add. We were so close. At least I thought so. Then one day I get a phone call that this person decided to leave a note saying,
“Family, you’ve taught me everything I need to know. Now it’s time for me to go out into the world and be on my own. I love you.” Continue reading “Turn on the Light”
I have grown up in a world that has made me feel that I need to do things that fit into the “norm”. This pressure sometimes came in the form of well-meaning parents who never wanted their daughter to bring shame onto the family name, but at the same time try to find some sort of happy medium for me as well. Somehow, in trying to please them, I went further and further away from myself. At other times, it was society boxing me in and telling me what was expected of me in the form of movies or media which talked about starting a family and being nurturing and a provider. Let me expand on that. Continue reading “Let’s Runaway”
We are creatures of habit. That doesn’t mean, because something is habitual that it has to be that way forever. We may be creatures of habit, but we are also adaptable. We have been doing in for years. Humanity has a lot of flaws, but no one can say that we have not learned to persevere. The reason I write this is, because we are so inclined to live in a way that does not make use of our fullest potential. We have grown accustomed to a lifestyle that validates ourselves, Continue reading “Whose dreams are you working for?”
In the late hours of the night, when the moon was still out and the landscape took on the hues of the darkest blue, I awoke. I was restless. I do not know what awoke me, but whatever it was I owe it a great deal of gratitude. I could vaguely recall through my memory bank a nightmare involving a chase, Continue reading “Happiness is a choice”
I have a problem. When I love someone, I give a love I know is seldom found somewhere else. This is not one of those things that I can’t prove with quantifiable means unless you count the number of times I make your heart beat in a minute per the lost amount of rushed breaths trying to catch air. Nor is it one of those things that you can physically see unless you choose to see the lack of conditions I hold above your head. The problem is not this. The problem is the fact that you took me for granted, or rather I let myself be taken for granted.
This is not a pity post. Continue reading “A Journey”
I do not believe I have met a perfect person. I am certainly not even close to being that person, and you know what? I do not want to be. I have made my share of mistakes and I do not think I would be sitting in front of this computer screen today without having gone through the trials that I have. Without accepting the decisions I made, even the ones that ended up hurting myself and those closest to me, I would not be who I am.
I want to get into cheating, being unfaithful or simply put, Continue reading “Why do we cheat?”