I don’t know who I am

Someone asked me what my favourite colour was the other day. My first reaction was to respond with pink. But then I wondered if it was still pink. The more I thought about it, the more I realised that I don't know who I am. My Mum, if she was still with us, would tell [...]

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I loved you in every language

I've always been so fascinated by how much love humans can have for one another. How beautifully people say that they miss someone. How intoxicating it is to look at someone and want them to be yours. We all say we miss someone else. We all say we love someone else. The French say "Tu me [...]

An open letter to the boy I love who is moving away

I'm sure somewhere in your room there's a calendar with the date marked off; the day you get to start over. When all your stuff in that room you've called home for the past few years will be somewhere new. When you'll be somewhere new. Please don't get me wrong, I'm happy for you. I [...]

Dancing on my own

"You're hiding. You're hiding behind your safe, crappy relationship with Henry, hoping no one notices that you're not in love with him. I notice," my best friend whispers to me as I glance over at you once again. I roll my eyes and fake a smile and through gritted teeth I say "I don't know [...]

The things we leave behind

I feel like I have this awful habit of coming and going. Saying yes and then saying no. Changing my mind. Staying and leaving. Crying and smiling. Screaming and saying nothing at all. I'm pretty sure it drives the people around me insane. "I never want to speak to him again" I tell my best [...]

Eighteen

"For a minute there I thought you might be in love with me or something" You said staring at me with those wide eyes and questioning glance. And for a millisecond my heart was in my throat and I blinked twice thinking shit how am I going to get out of this one. And then [...]

Cold as you

You have a way of coming easily to me. You have a way of taking over all my thoughts and feelings. You have a way of distracting me. You have a way of taking control over me. And when you take, you take the very best of me. So I start a fight because I [...]