
She knows the relationship should end but holds on to romantic hope that somehow, he’ll make a turn around and treat her like he used to. She’s seated across from me, a caramel toned lady with chocolate eyes, smooth skin and long black hair flowing over her shoulders. She spots expensive sunglasses, deep red lipstick and perfectly manicured nails. She seems to have it all: a successful career, a remarkable apartment in an upmarket neighborhood and drives a decent car. But behind the sunglasses is a jaded soul, a woman unlucky in love. She swirls a straw in the strawberry milkshake and takes a pensive look at the traffic below, her mind fragmented into a million thoughts. “James, I’m taking a Continue Reading