Answering the age-old question of whether men and women can just be friends. I am no relationship guru; I’m just a typical 20-year-old girl/woman, however, you may put it, wishing to answer this question in the least awkward way ever. From a very
Silent Witnessess
Not many words, only silence, But there she hoards, the sweater he lends. Icecream for two, at midnights, So serene, walking under the street lights. Filled in her box are chocolate wrappers, Those letters in his file are not
When Friendship Fades
It was there, and one day there wasn’t. We have all undergone a phase where we believe we’ll have an unbreakable bond. At first, it felt inconceivable that someone who knew our secrets, laughter, and heart would one day become a distant memory. The w
Echoes of the Unspoken
Like a long-lost friend It slips unbeknownst When you least expect it Arrives when you seek life Arrives in gentle tiptoes Sometimes remains silent too Or hushes in whispers And departs when it's supposed to, they say Yet I don't think so
Answering the age-old question of whether men and women can just be friends. I am no relationship guru; I’m just a typical 20-year-old girl/woman, however, you may put it, wishing to answer this question in the least awkward way ever. From a very
Not many words, only silence, But there she hoards, the sweater he lends. Icecream for two, at midnights, So serene, walking under the street lights. Filled in her box are chocolate wrappers, Those letters in his file are not
It was there, and one day there wasn’t. We have all undergone a phase where we believe we’ll have an unbreakable bond. At first, it felt inconceivable that someone who knew our secrets, laughter, and heart would one day become a distant memory. The w
Like a long-lost friend It slips unbeknownst When you least expect it Arrives when you seek life Arrives in gentle tiptoes Sometimes remains silent too Or hushes in whispers And departs when it's supposed to, they say Yet I don't think so