Dear Jacob

(An epilogue voiced in behalf of the hearts of women in wait to the men in search.) Dear Jacob, I don’t know if you exist in the first place. But I’m writing to you still… I’m not sure if we have met each other already. I don’t know if we have crossed paths but missed

DO NOT SETTLE

My heart breaks with the broken lives that I’ve come to witness among the most cherished creatures I could ever empathize with – my fellow women. They are as wonderful as flowers to me. And I am crushed to agony seeing them end up in a trash than on the altar. Well, I cannot boast