Mr. Seduction

I’ll call the first one Mr. Seduction, because that’s exactly what he was: SEDUCTIVE! He was one perfectly sculpted man, the BBB type: Black, Bald and Bearded. And those eyes … those were always undressing me from the moment we met. I met this man in my first year in college. He was a very handsome man. I didn’t have a crush on him, not in a romantic sense. But every time our eyes met, it was as if he was touching me without ever laying a hand on me. His gaze sent chills down my spine, straight into places I didn’t expect. When he looked at me, I felt exposed, like he could see every inch of me, even the parts I wasn’t showing and the thoughts I wasn’t speaking.

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Selfishly selfless?

After months of trying to stay afloat in the relationship, I finally decided to end it. I had been miserable for so long, drowning in sadness I couldn’t seem to escape. My partner didn’t know how to deal with my pain, and honestly, I couldn’t blame him — even I didn’t know how to handle it myself. Somewhere along the way, I became selfish. Everything revolved around my pain. Every action, every word, I justified by how much I was hurting. I didn’t care how anyone else felt; all I cared about was numbing the ache that lived inside me. And I knew everyone around me was feeling it with me, but not for me.

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A cousin in memoriam

Until Tuesday I had a cousin, a cousin who was born as my aunt her son, his big sister’s brother and one of my grandmother’s grandson. He was born the cutest little baby boy we called Jerome as kids. He was years younger so I remember my older cousin babysitting and my earliest memory of us was my cousin changing his diaper. I also remember doing homework with him and his sister, which I of course had no patience doing. But childhood memories are priceless.

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To love and let go

I was one week back on this Island, almost two weeks into the new year. Work was not really busy so I finally had some time to do some reading, writing, movies and go to the beach. But it was the rainy season with lots of wind, so hanging by the beach for too long left me with a cold stomach and I had the flu. So what’s left to do was reading and writing, which I had done a lot of that weekend. I picked up reading ‘To love and let go’ from Yoga Girl Rachel Brathen and jeez I couldn’t have picked a better time to read this book (*sarcastically). Continue reading