I cant put into words what’s different about him. What’s changed. My eyes search his face, his stare. His mouth when he curls the corners of his lips in an all knowingly smirk. Flirtatious. Cute. His hand as it lays on the beautifully decorated table, face up. His palm showing, beckoning. What about the other hand? Is he holding something? Probably his cellphone.

Is he trying to throw me off? H...

I can't believe I didn't recognize him! It's still time to leave, what should I do? Everything in me is screaming girl get up!!! But I couldn't move. I wonder if he recognizes me. He seems more mature. Is it a coincidence that we ended up here again? Could it be meant to be?...

I was waiting for him to come. Why was he taking so long? Then he walked through the door, golden, shaggy locks that reminded me of someone I used to know that covered part of his eyes. His eyes were ocean blue and reminded me of the sky at midday. After his nerves had gone away he sat down next to me, then I noticed his aftershave. I had smelt it before, but I couldn’t remember where. He talked i...

I think I’m going to bail, I text Nafiza.

I’m on a blind date. Why I agreed to this? Answer is unknown. Actually no, I do know. I DIDN’T agreee to this. I was forced into this by Nafiza. I tell her one time that I’m worried that I’ll never find anyone that’ll love me because of my chronic illness and she sets me up with someone. This is ridiculous.

My phone vibrates.

If you bail, so help me I w...

I arrive at the coffee shop five minutes past 4 p.m. I’d love to blame traffic, but the truth is—I wasn’t even sure I wanted to go on this date. It’s been three months since the worst night of my life, and “getting back in the saddle” was the last thing on my list.

The bell over the door trills, and it feels like every pair of eyes turns my way. I wonder if they’ve seen the YouTube video too. Las...

I don't remember much about how I'd gotten here in the first place. All of my days had started to fade into each other.

Wake up. Make coffee. Drive to work. Work. Drive home. Sleep.

Day after day after day after day.

Voices meshed into white noise, and anything else was just a less recognizable static. So it really wasn't that unsurprising that the first words that tumbled out of my godforsaken us...

Oh wow, you look familiar. You changed a lot. What happened?...

You never get a second chance at a first impression, right? Wrong! In fact, first impressions can lead you to believe that a person is an ill intentioned individual with road rage. But in actuality, they are experiencing a human emotion on the extreme side of the spectrum. Who knows, maybe they just found out their significant other of three years is cheating in them, and they don’t know how to ad...

He orders whiskey neat. He doesn’t ask what I want, just glances at me with a tilt of his chin, like he already knows.

He’s dressed sharp—black button-down, sleeves rolled, a watch that probably costs more than my rent. Everything about him feels curated. I can’t decide if I’m flattered or on edge.

“You always pick rooftop bars?” I ask, half teasing, half curious.

He smiles, slow and slanted. “...

Blue eyes, so ordinary, so common. Yet as I looked at my current phase, I find myself trying to wonder where I have seen the exact same shade before. His eyes skim through the menu, thoroughly. The menu shielding most of his face, leaving only his hooded eyes in view. Cornflower blue skimming through each word; going right to left then right to left. No words has been uttered since we’ve been sat ...