They say heartbreak feels like a storm. For me, it was more like a quiet winter—cold, gray, and endless. I went to work, smiled when I had to, and even…
The coffee shop smelled like roasted hazelnuts and freshly ground dreams. That’s the only way I can describe it. It was my favorite corner café, the kind of place where…
It started with wet shoes and a broken umbrella. I had just stepped off the bus, the kind of drizzle that soaks you without even trying clinging to my hair…