Hot Guy

Dear Friend,

I’ve dated a lot of people but you were by far one of the hottest – and frankly my longest relationship. A friend and I were having coffee when we started talking about relationships. I mentioned having met you through mutual friends when she asked me what you looked like and frankly it wasn’t very difficult for me to describe; you were blessed with the genes of a Greek God.

She smiled at me with a quizzical look in her eye. “Tell me more” she said.  I described you easily: deep brown eyes that you could get lost in, olive skin, a chiseled jaw and abs of fucking steel. You wore yourself well and had a smile that could absolutely kill if you got too close. You shared my love for coffee, hard liquor, working out, and smart-ass remarks.

Yet, with all that beauty, there was nothing more. You were the quiet-type but not in that mysterious stoic kinda way. It was more like, ‘I have nothing to say at all past simple few word responses’. Honestly, I grew bored of you quite easily. There was no real substance beyond physical attraction and our relationship lacked the intellectual and meaningful conversations that I wanted. Maybe in a different world we could have dated longer.

After a while, our schedules conflicted; we didn’t have time to make it work. But, I’m glad we ended on good terms. I’m glad that we went our separate ways mutually. And for what it’s worth, I hope you’re happy in your life, with whatever you are doing and whoever you are with.

The Girl Next Door


Adventure is Out There

Dear Adventure,

The other day my cousins decided to take me for a motorcycle ride that was so beautifully breathtaking that I was left at a loss for words. We drove out for over an hour and a half before reaching our destination.

We stopped at a small landing near Sannine, Lebanon. I found myself surrounded by mountains. I was in awe at the beauty around me.

We picked what could be classified as the nicest day of the not so cold winter season. It was over twenty degrees celsius, the air was cool and crisp. The sun was shining bright, beating down on our faces just enough to keep us warm but not enough to overheat us.

There was a small house off to the side. I felt slightly jealous, all I could do was imagine myself living there and waking up to that view each morning.

Green canopy.
Rolling white snowy mountains.
Landscape coming to life.
A view that could speak.



Dear friend,

What is your problem? You haven’t had anything nice to say in the longest time. You’ve been nothing but negative and I don’t think I can handle you anymore. You’re mean, hurtful, and downright rude.

I thought everything was fine between us but lately all you’ve done is seriously put me in a bad mood. You always have something to complain about even if it doesn’t directly affect you. You treat me as if I don’t understand anything; as if I’m a fucking idiot for you to talk down at me.

You’re not always right. No matter how hard you believe it. I, like other people have the right to have my own opinions. So stop acting like you know everything and let me fucking breathe.I tried reasoning with you, I tried talking to you calmly, but all you did was get angry.

Apparently having a conversation is not an option with you. Apparently I’m supposed to shut the fuck up and not say a word to you. Apparently I’m not allowed to be an individual when speaking to you. Apparently I have to be like everyone else who sits quietly and listens to what YOU have to say.

I didn’t know your word was law.


Shutting the fuck up.


Dear friend,

I’ve always wished you the best of luck in anything you do. You’ve been there for me over and over and this time, like always. I’m here for you.

I have a feeling that something is wrong. You hid something from me that should have been said sooner. And I really hope that things are different.

I hope that you don’t turn back and repeat the past. It can never be the same either way. What happened then wasn’t good for you. Nor is it now.



Packing for a trip is murder and here’s why:

  • But, I’m a terrible packer.
  • I have to run a bunch of errands to go get the stuff I need.
  • Trying to pack with someone else is very much stressful.
  • I have to make lists of things  I want and need to take with me, otherwise I’ll forget.
  • Somehow I always manage to forget something.
  • Getting everything in order and laid out is one thing, but organizing it into a small-ish bag is another.
  • It takes a lot of time and patience.
  • Just when I have everything packed and weighed, somehow my bag always ends up being overweight.
  • But if it’s under… then score!
  • When it’s over though, it’s like taking a load off my shoulders.
  • Happy travels to me!


I forget to blog sometimes and here’s why:

  1. Life has thrown me a curve ball and I’m trying to deal with it.
  2. I tend to forget things when I’m stressed out.
  3. Sometimes, I’m just too exhausted to get the words out.
  4. It’s okay to miss a day or two.
  5. I don’t want to give you shitty content.
  6. Blogging every day is hard sometimes.
  7. I don’t feel ‘inspired’ – but I know I should force myself to write anyway.
  8. If my head wasn’t attached to my body, I’d lose that too.
  9. I’m at school or work and things are just overwhelming.
  10. Sometimes I need a break and it’s not the end of the world if I don’t write something.


Dear Friend,

  • I’m so grateful to have met you.
  • You’re an amazing human being and I’m happy to have you in my life.
  • I don’t think it would be the same without you.
  • You’re cool, fun and so fucking weird but I love that about you.
  • I appreciate you so very much and our friendship even more.
  • You always find a way to make me smile, even when you’re the one having a bad day.
  • You’ve shared a lot of cool things with me.
  • Remember when… *insert something dumb here*
  • Thank you for all your support over the years.
  • And I’ll always have your back, even when I don’t want to.
  • You’re pun-ey and I love it.
  • You and I act like small children.
  • We often share a brain.
  • There’s a reason we’re two halves of a whole idiot.
  • What I’m trying to say is: “You’re pretty fucking awesome!”

Thank you