I always ask myself one question, what have I done to evoke this kind of response from him. Is it fear or hatred? I was

I was drawn to her so strongly, as if she had cast a spell on me. She is my life and she knows it too.

Stirring slowly, she opened her eyes taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. She looked around but her mind was too groggy. She tried to get up,

She desperately wanted it to work… their relationship, that is. But the more she tried, the more it fell apart. She didn’t know why she

She had suppressed it and left it unspoken for years. After all, what’s worse than wanting something badly but knowing that you can never have

La douleur exqise*… the words that explained how he felt. He knew that she would never be his. But when does love follow rules? For

Why am I expected to fit in with the society? Why should I edit myself to confirm to the given standards? Why should I look