So, when they ask me why we broke up, the answer isn’t filled with anger or hatred. It is filled with love—a love so pure ...

... why do I feel so dull with bright unnatural hair colors, but I feel so light and at peace whenever I dye my hair black?

How does one gather their strength to swim after drowning in misery for years?

If not my name, who am I really?

How is it that when women grow older, their worth decreases?

For a period in my life, I lost all the meaning of the thousands of words I knew. Until I met you.