Safa writes sometimes
About
love
A Letter I might never send, or maybe just immediately send the minute I’m done writing it.
The Shape-Shifting Game We Play in Love
Maybe I Don’t Want to Be Everywhere Anymore
The Gate Always Says “Departures”
The Wedding That Never Was: And the Guilt I Carried for Years
What the first year of my forties taught me
Maybe Love is a Cannoli at the Airport
I Froze My Eggs at 40 , and here’s why
The More I Travel, the Less I Belong
The Love That Keeps Me from Living
The In between
People are beautiful
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