
Hello! The random word of the day is bloom.
The thing about first loves is that they stay in your thoughts, placed on some cognitive pedestal of whimsy and hope. They are rarely that special, full of acne scars, smudged college texts, or the relief of it finally happening for those so-called late bloomers. We don’t remember the mundane in between things, though can recall so easily all the moments that caused us stress. Waiting for the phone, the thrumming heartbeat of anticipating fi...
   
    
    
    
        Published on May 19, 2020 06:00