Some say that a house is your home. To me, a house is just that. A house. It remains that way until you fill it with the people you love and the items you keep for sentimentality. To me, home is a few things. Home is: My Mum. My mum is a beautiful lady. She’s … Continue reading My Home.
The last post on his Facebook is the cute photo of us reclining on the beach as the sun sets with our hands linked and a flower tucked behind my ear. My hair danced in the sea breeze as I laughed, while he leant in for a kiss. I can still remember what his lips felt like as they pressed into mine. If I try hard enough, I can still feel the warmth of his hands as he pulled me close and brushed my hair away from my face.