I know. Everyone has a born day, so I shouldn’t be making a fuss about mine. I could have hashtagged; issa a bornday, slaying into old age, but no. I have no contribution to my aliveness status or making it to a quarter a century! Let me fill you in on what got me here.… Continue reading LOVE FOUND ME
I remember you as that friend; the silent friend with whom one shares a lot and yet shares very little.