Share: You and I have something that holds us together. We are little more than one and little less than two. It’s us. And I’m not talking about the first person plural. I speak of a node, a link, a connection. And the worst thing is that we are not ourselves. We cling to other stories, other infinitely tangled networks. ...

Share: Many people say that every encounter in our lives happens by chance. Well I disagree. In this world, nothing happens by pure coincidence. People are destined to cross our path for a reason, and no matter how small their role in our lives, they all teach us valuable lessons. Throughout our lives, we meet people from different cultures, religions, ...

Share: I was thinking of writing something for you, but I don’t really know how to start, I’m at a loss for words… You came so softly — really softly — and made your home in my life and a nice feeling took over me. Things went so smoothly and you, always so thoughtful with words, saved verbs, didn’t promise ...

Share: You will always feel worthless when you go to other people to try to prove that you are good enough. The pat on the back you deserve will never come until you recognize your own worth. When we feel worthless, it’s because we’re expecting others to see what we want them to see in us. We consider ourselves useless ...

Share: Stay single until you love someone so deeply that your expectations of that person disappear. You don’t expect her to return all the favors you’ve done for her, and you don’t expect reciprocity. The only expectation you have is the reassurance that she is okay. You care a lot about this person; her happiness is hers and nothing else ...

Share: You may even receive an apology from a toxic person, but it will never be true. The only time a toxic person will apologize is to manipulate you just so you can give them what they want, to trick you and force you to believe they deserve forgiveness. Otherwise, she will never admit she did something wrong. She will ...

Share: Today I woke up with a very strange feeling in my chest. It looked cold, but the sun was burning outside. I thought it was winter, but I looked at the thermometer in the square, the one you could see from the window, and it read 30 degrees. Impossible. I didn’t feel it. I took a shower. I washed ...