Love as and when love presents itself
Siya waited until the last person had made their way towards the front of the bus before standing up, readjusting her jacket around her slim hips and swinging her satchel over one shoulder as she had seen the stylish models do in old copies of Drum magazine.
You deserve to be loved unconditionally, for exactly who you are. I, unfortunately, have conditions...
Grief will remind you how fleeting life is. Won't you live?
Do you talk about yourself without mentioning me?
Tomorrow is her birthday. She'd have told me not to get her anything-I asked her every year and the answer was always the same. She'd have said something wise and witty and we'd have chuckled. We'd have then made plans to play in the sun. It would have been lovely.