I’ve finally reached the age where my singleness has become a source of embarrassment.
One of my dearest friends in the world left me a voicemail the other day. Her name is Abigail. Abigail is, what girls around the globe seek to be; funny, exciting, and sharp, with long legs, blonde hair, and green eyes as bright as her wit. On the outside, she's a vivacious young woman in her … Continue reading The Abigail Complex