Special

Those moments I realised you were special: When you called me a pervert for my dark and twisted humor but laughed at the jokes anyway When you left your date and went to the bathroom just to check my voicemails When you kept messaging me when I didn’t want to talk to you When watching… Continue reading Special

Childhood memories: 3. Of many thoughts in one

Until a few years ago, I was one of those kids who used to frequently do favors for other classmates. This included, sometimes, doing their homework.¬† I never knew why I did it because I never got recognition and only a few thanked me for doing it. I wasn’t paid and moved closer to being… Continue reading Childhood memories: 3. Of many thoughts in one

Childhood memories: 2. Of Love and Sex

I never understood the concept of sex when I was a child. Whenever I saw people about to have sex on the TV (don’t worry, it was all PG stuff), I’d always think why would people want to get naked together. I mean, I found kissing disgusting and the concept of kissing a girl seemed… Continue reading Childhood memories: 2. Of Love and Sex