Bus Chronicles: Still holding onto love with broken bones

Love is one helluva drug. When you are in love, it seems that nothing else exists-not even your sense of self, just that cocooning love between you and lover boy or girl! Earlier on the week, I was on the bus when I eavesdropped-as is the usual-on a conversation that had me hella confused. 3 passengers boarded the bus,two of them looking like they had … Continue reading Bus Chronicles: Still holding onto love with broken bones