The girl without a face, my guilty pleasure and the last drops of rain

Today, I want to share something sad. For the life of me, I am unable to remember the face of my first kiss. OK, that admission is definitely more pathetic than sad. To be completely honest, I can’t even remember her name. No matter how hard I try, she seems forever out of reach, elusive… Continue reading The girl without a face, my guilty pleasure and the last drops of rain