Monday, May 19, 2014

Being in Love: Friends, Benefits and Broken Hearts


I am going to start with how I am feeling right now, this moment as I type this out, I feel so confused. I feel like I might be falling in love, but I am scared. I don’t know if I should let myself. I have always kept my walls up just so I don’t have to go through a broken heart. 

I met Adam when I was in 8th grade. I had never thought of Adam as anything else but a friend. Never in my life did I think he would be the one I would fall for. I had met Nicole in 8th grade too. She was never my “best friend” but she was my best friend’s close friend. I guess she was what people today call “Ratchet”. Completely the opposite of me. I didn’t exactly like her but she never gave me a reason to hate her. Until.....

Friday, May 09, 2014

Being in Love: Coffee Stains



So here it is, the first installment of Being in Love. I hope you like it and thanks for sending me all your entries.

I  had found my best friend, talking about me behind my back. I was upset, hurt and disgusted. All I could do to cheer myself up was a retail therapy. I was walking down the 5th avenue and my phone started ringing, it was James’s tune. James was my boyfriend.  I wanted to take his call but juggling between my tons of shopping bags while trying to take out my phone, out of my hand bag was not the easiest task to accomplish. I was struggling a bit when some random stranger bumped into me spilling his coffee on both of us. I cursed loudly as the coffee stain grew bigger and bigger on my chiffon dress which James had given to me. I looked up at the man standing in front of me. God he looked furious. Eventually we got into this ridiculous argument about who walked into whom. That man just wasn’t ready to accept that spilling the coffee was his fault. I wasn’t the one texting on a blackberry and trying to sip the coffee at the same time while walking down a very busy avenue. I started yelling at him for ruining my dress. I blamed him. He blamed me. We both walked away with our faces flushed red with anger.