Lately, it seems like everyone wants to escape this beautiful thing called life. I think at one point we have all felt frustrations pull us in the direction of misery. There is so much solace in discomfort. It comes almost too naturally. We are human, raw and unforgiven. We ache so deeply, it’s hard to remember how many choices we have. When we can’t live up to the personas we have built, who are we?
Tag: memories
Strawberry fields, forever.
When we are growing up, to prepare us for the first person to have a hold on our heart, people say, “Your first love never really dies.” On June 14, 2007, mine did.