You can foresee tears at bedtime.

Some people are just so kissable.

There is a time and a place for accepting things, sometimes you just can’t at that exact moment.

A journey with a happy ending.

Traditional 5/7/5 haiku.

It is horrible being in the pits of depression.

Letting someone past the walls around your heart…

A romantic romp in the grass. A haiku.

Talk about the gut.

To say the sky is blue today…