Why, hello, heartache. You’re an old, unwanted friend. I’ve known you, walked with you, wept with you. You’ve painted my world in shades of grey, cloaked my dreams in darkness. I’ve seen love blossom, only to wither and die in ...
“It’s funny…you know, we talk about ‘roots’ as if they’re a lifeline, anchoring us to our past. But sometimes, they’re chains, aren’t they? They can hold you down, keep you from soaring to places you never knew existed. 1-2 Min. ...