As women, we go through many things and as human beings, we each have our own paths. Sometimes paths cross in a way that leaves a permanent scar. To those who’ve left their footprints on my heart, I thank you. The posts here are letters to my soulmate, Z. The scars he left never heal, but I wear them like jewels because I am lucky to have had them in this lifetime.

I wouldn’t trade the pain for the world lest it take away what ecstacy was gifted me.