How can I tell her?

My stomach screams at me, my heart cries out at me, and my voice drifts silently. My shaky phone stares at me, words blurry by tears. They slowly repeat through my mind, dreadfully tearing at my soul.

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_"Evelyn has passed"_

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How can I tell her?

How can I share such gut wrentching words to such a young and innocent soul? How can I simply just hold her hand when it is sha...

From the perspective of my close friend from college my wedding was very weird. Because I use to be a very active person with a bunch of relationship around. I use to have good friend in every city along my country. I also used to be a party guy, sport guy… who will never miss any event. But since I met my wife, started building for the future, I had quit almost every event I had be invited. I clo...

I can’t be the support she needs. She’s been calling me every day now. I know she’s scared, as am I. This wasn’t what I planned for. We weren’t even dating. We messed around a few times, I thought we were just having fun. It’s been 2 weeks since she first sent me the picture. There it was, two pink lines. She was pregnant, and I was a mess. I’m only 26, this was not in my life plan…well not now a...

_That girl is sitting by herself._

From the moment I walked into history, an annoying first period to have, I noticed the strange desk set-up. Mr. B moved his desks from rows to tables, shoving 5 of the slightly-too-small middle school chairs together.

Everyone cliqued up immediately. That wasn’t surprising. What _was_ surprising was the girl in the back.

There were plenty of empty seats. Bu...

"he WHAT?" I blurt out, nails digging into the bed sheets. My other half looks away, biting her green polished nails. I’m sure I’ve never felt this level of hate and violence before, and I suddenly understand why people commit murder. I breathe deeply as I attempt to calm down, but my tight jaw and wide enraged eyes betray my internal conflict.

A man, or rather I say monster, had the audacity to ...

I don’t think I ever told you how much I noticed. How much I see you, even when you think no one does.

You walk into a room, smiling, laughing, making sure everyone feels comfortable. You listen when people talk, you remember the little things—favorite colors, bad days, silent struggles. You give and give and give, like the world hasn’t tried to take everything from you.

But I remember. I remember...

She’s changed.

Not in a “it’s because we grew up” way but in a bad way.

She gets angry more, distant.

She used to be energetic, always listening to everyone’s problems, giving good advice, playing Cupid.

So when did she change?

She walks together with me as if nothing ever changed but it’s weird, everything’s weird. She smiles but it never reaches her eyes, she says mean things about the people ...

She should have gone for sleeves, she doesn’t have the shoulders for a strapless dress.

At least, that’s what I told myself as I chewed at the skin around my nail.

My mother swatted a hand wrinkled like parchment at my own to stop my disgusting habit.

The woman in the row before me blew into a handkerchief like a baby elephant.

I flicked my gaze to the bride once ...

It was raining and the day after his birthday. I had forgotten so i promised myself to make up for it today—sure he wouldn’t mind. How our friendship worked these type of things—birthdays, they just didn’t matter ñ, especially because we both didn’t have a need for the attention. It’s one of the reason I clicked with him so fast—always had this chill vibe to him, which brought calmness to me. Toda...

My mom at my 8th birthday party:

I’m so glad I bought my daughter’s DS ahead of time. I told her I wasn’t going to get it for her when she was in trouble and she believed it.

Now it is time for her party. I am on my way to the YMCA with Precious in the car and I have all the party decorations packed with us. I decided she’ll have a Hulu themed pool party. Shakira is turning 8. I love her so much...