uld you just drop me at mine. I a

on my cheek, they are particularly col

p." He smiles, as we pull up to my street. He got an apartment in Harlem a week ago,

thoughts drift back to that woman, her eyes were oddly familiar, and q

. After few minutes, I get up from the bathtub, not bothering to dry my feet, I spread bath water all over the

ry detail of my day, but we drifted apart, that does not stop me, a

not answer, so I call her again,

She says, i

smile, feeing

nd I remember I no longer call ho

" I stammer, feeling myse

hing urgent, can we talk in the morning." She says, and as

ng my voice to stay steady, knowing fully well we are

ays, and I feel her smile,

, Mom." I

ter. Who am I to clip your wings, to restrict you to a place, to ask you to stay. I trust you,

as the sob wrecks me. There is a void and an emptyness in my chest, I do not know what to do with it, All

scream and I scream. I really hope I made the right decision, I hope I am eno

working, and have had no time for my self, no self care, or time to focus on myself just work and work, I need this, and with the school going on spring break, I'll have al

see myself as beautiful, I'm a blond girl, my hair is really long, flowing down to my waist, I have deep brown eyes, it has once been described as whiskey-coloured, one of my favorite parts of me is my nose which is usually weird when

goes on and on, till I am sore, and my legs shake. Heaving, I fall to the ground, taking deep breaths, knowing this day

will gladly die for her, put my life on the li

t frown at her sweaty skin, he

?" I say, an

ul it gets, How are you?" She smil

he one in Crosby Street get some foot massage, mani and pedis,

d you know I'm one of the biggest chefs in New York, so this politician woma

s getting the recognition she

"I've got to go, tell

-- " I freeze,

e asks, lo

say looking at it, I can't seem to

ould get for you, if you need one, you like it?" She

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my nose, and a nude bag. I stare round the bookshop, It's aesthetic, giving pinterest-y vibe, I smile, lo

llo

ounter, I look at the book she's

e books." I say

need?" She asks, and I stare at the b

romance, soft love, I need a goo

o disappear. Follow me, please." She gestures, and I frown at the counter, no on

shelves of books. "Heard of Taylor Jenk

ree years later she's trying to move on, engaged to beautiful amn, only for her dead husband to come back, now she has to chose, one of the beautiful qu

realities, how one choice can change the arch of our lives, who we are, who will be. This book is for people like me who have

the problems in marriage, how everything is not happily ever after, hoe marria

the third book, I like her vib

didn't catch

ay "I didn't throw it." a

ous of someone else's work, to be among beautiful stori

hing "But it is not as easy as it looks, but beautiful nonetheless, Y

I could always come here, watch you work as I

ays, and I nod, biting my lips,

night?" I blurt, and her eyes

the hell, yeah, I do need to soci

ld meet at the club, what

nd we could go to one Green Lady at Chinatown, what do you think?" She smiles,

s fabulou

he says, her fac

n five, pay for it, and leave, feeling