When I was at my lowest, I found art, writing made me find my voice. I could weld gut wrenching pieces and I would feel a sense of relieve, because putting your words out can get the weight off your shoulder.
I write happy things too.
Ali and I were the kind of pair that folks described as "meant to be." Our love story was a staple in local gossip circles, our friend were seemingly tired of the PDA, and my constant droning of “my man, my man” . However, beneath the surface of our seemingly idyllic romance, a subtle current of obsession flowed, unseen but palpable.