I found myself staring into something terrifying today. At the bottom of the barrel. Scraping the fragments of my dating pool on a free...

They call it “butterflies” when you fall in love for a reason. When it all ends, it is what gets released into the world to move on. Like...

Sometimes the pieces fall into place in a moment so minuscule, it passes right by. For me, it was a night so clear, the stars were...