I'll fall.' 'You wont fall.' 'I'll fall. I'll fall and I'll die.' As I said it, I could see it happening. The foot stepping on air, pulling the rest of my body with it, tree limbs breaking as I plummeted down. 'No,' he said, his voice assured, 'You'd never do that to me.

For a second I was almost jealous of the clouds. Why was he looking to them for an escape when I was right here beside him?

The truths we conceal don't disappear Raheen, they appear in different forms

Difficult but worth it-- that's how my mother had once describe life with Omi.

Decisions. Where, what, why. Can't handle them. So I'm prolonging the indecision with higher education.

How do you eat your roots?

How horrifying that morning when you wake up and your first thought is not of the person who has left. That’s when you know, I will never die of a broken heart.