Dried Ink

The First Tale

I remember my first crush. I was barely twelve years old, chubby-cheeked and completely naive. My hands would tremble whenever he walked past me in our school hallway, maintaining the perfectly rhythmic bounce that only ‘big boys’ had. At first, I didn’t understand why my heartbeat would quicken whenever I saw him. I would cry… Continue reading The First Tale

Dried Ink

TO FRIENDS THAT ONCE WERE

Our paths may never cross again Our stories may never echo in unison But your memories stay etched deep in my heart   Thank you for bringing joy to my heart And even if you didn’t, my heart doesn’t bleed anymore I hope you cradle our memories close, just like I do And heal from… Continue reading TO FRIENDS THAT ONCE WERE