Everyone loved his music, but no one heard the silence when the show was over. The mic worked fine. It was the man holding it who was broken. 

Charm doesn’t come with a disclaimer…

Turns out, I was the red flag for assuming beauty can’t hold substance…

He wasn’t a household name, but he was the one person my soul seemed to be looking for. The hometown headline I didn’t know I’d been waiting to read. 

Mezcal, a mansion in The Hills, and a man the whole world thought they knew…but only I could truly see. 

The man who taught me what it felt like to be caught…and what it felt like to hit the ground.

Isn’t it time someone talked about what it’s like to date behind the velvet ropes…