E arly Saturday morning , waking up feels like a great task, my head is reeling with fatigue, my body aches like it's been working all hours on end without rest. Then thoughts of what occurred yesterday came flooding in wavelike spasms. I can't hold it, neither can I help thinking of the argument I had with Constance , my worlds' beloved. A roller coaster they say; a relationship is nothing without arguments neither is it something with war. The steady chirp outside my window, helped to lull the dull ache in my head. I reached for my phone, and anxiously flipped through my call lists. Finding nothing comforting, I tapped on my message boogie. A can of worms, I thought to myself sitting on my bed, pensively reviewing the texts that I had sent last night. I wasn't thinking straight for sure. Some were cruel, some were too soft and some were utterly justifiable and true!! How many times in life, do our relationships feel like tor
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