It was a kiss goodbye in more ways than one. Goodbye for now, you’ll be back in a week. Goodbye for now, you will let him go. You will go home.
You tell a joke that makes us all laugh. My friend nudges my arm, whispers in my ear, Marry him.
I woke up and ran sprints in my neighbourhood when the sun was yet to peek over the bluish-white skies and bronzed myself at lunch and pressed my hunger in between my teeth.
She said, pretty bluntly, that neither of us was going to call this Our Great Love Story
now tell me, please, how is it that the bones of this place, this city of light we built together, darling...