Harbinger of Spring
"Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you." - Hafiz Journal Entry #31
Delicate. A curse I’ve carried since the age of 10. When the first man I ever loved left me. My father. The death of my mother at 17 led to a young marriage – an attempt to salve a vast ache of loss. But the bliss of the union was not to last, for it was broken by affairs, and with it any strength I had left.