Rendezvous

I've always loved the word rendezvous . The first time I heard it was in sixth grade. It was my friend Jasmine who introduced the word to me. She said she read it from a One Direction lyric. It sounded so fancy, and I liked how the first syllable sounds like my name. So I looked up its meaning on the dictionary: noun \ ˈrän-di-ˌvü : a meeting, often a secret one, that you have arranged with someone for a particular time and place. Since then, it became one of my favorite words. Something about the idea of meeting someone in secrecy, I found it so intimate. Maybe it's because I like having rendezvouses— with friends, at places we know we shouldn't be at; with people, who I know I shouldn't be with; and with thoughts I know I couldn't speak of.  That's why it's no surprise that I found the solace of writing at an early age. From diaries, to letters, to poetry, to full-length fiction— I dabbled at each and every one of them. It was liberating. All ...