Some say you can see a candle's flame flickering from 30 miles away in the pitch black. But who cares about that when I can spot you in a crowded room with just a glimpse of the back of your head?
I try to draw a connection between the feelings of love and drowning, and all I recall is a whisper of a memory. My body still remembers fragmented pieces of pain, echoes from a love that hurt for its entire duration. Three years later, I realize what I felt was not worthy to be called love.… Continue reading A Reflection: What I’ve Learned in 3 Years