Sometimes I wish I weren’t so bulletproof.
It’s been an emotionally exhausting week – a few weeks, actually. I’ve had to deal with one emotional blow after another. Weekends are spent in a semi-vegetative state, crying or just trying to make sense of things.… Read more
I have survived more than a few painful heartbreaks. Most of them were messy. The more recent ones were quite subdued and highly private. But it took this one last painful experience to make me realise – there is beauty in suffering. … Read more
He told me I’m beautiful.
He was the only man I knew who had ever said that to me.
In my adult life, there have been men who had told me I’m very pretty or attractive. That I’m highly date-able, sexy, or even hot (which I don’t exactly consider a compliment, but we’ll save that for some other time). … Read more