Most of us are never forced to articulate what love actually means to us deep down, but recent events in my life have forced me to do just that.

I’m not a “coder” so I’ve always been limited in my ability to build exactly what I wanted to build on the web. Then I found Webflow.

Thanks for taking the time to explore my small piece of online real estate today.

So unplug your mind and set down that phone. We can't solve these problem together alone

From the ends of my toes to the tips of my fingers. The moments we shared seemed to once again linger.

Writing is a form of art where each observer is required to participate actively in order for its true impact to be felt. The reader must give in and allow the author access to their brain. Leaving them completely exposed, if only briefly, to the mind of another man.

At one point she put her hand on my thigh and it was as if she had reached right through my skin, down to the bone, squeezed a nerve, and sent a chill running through my spine, up into my brain, culminating in a shiver that shook my entire body.

With one touch you could make me melt. I would be completely defenseless against your advance, and on that day, I would stand in the rubble and smile at having had one more moment with you.

Why do we walk around pretending like the whole world is telling us the truth when most of the time, we won’t even tell ourselves the truth?

I know it may not work. And so much could go wrong. But why not let the music play. And dance for one more song.

No matter what happens between now and then, we still wind up hurt, and we still say goodbye in the end...