As I jogged in the cooless around the basketball court, tears welled up in my eyes, rolling down my cheeks as I ran under the coconut trees.

I felt safe. Like I could be myself. Where I don't have to be strong. Nor have to put a front like I am a heroine. I gave a silent thank you to the trees watching down on me.

As I went about the curved stones pavement, a couple was sitting in the dark by the playground.
I felt a tinge of envy - having a close, intimate conversation in the dark, fingers intertwined with each other. What are they talking about? Insecurities? Fear? I wouldn't know. But I would have loved to do this with someone.
To be able to bare all your insecurities, your fears, your aspirations to someone who understands you, who embraces you, is willing, and is on the journey with you. In my head, I wished them best of luck, and I hope they are truly happy.

I was back at the side of the basketball court when the music I was listening to reached the chorus. More tears streamed down as I started down the slope. A woman stood by at the side of the grass. I hoped my tears on my cheeks looked like perspiration. I continued my look of resolution and continued my path.