I thought we had a real connection. You know that kind of date where everything flows — the conversation, the jokes, even the silences? That was us. We talked for three hours straight, walked down the block holding coffee cups, and at the end, he hugged me tight and said, “Let’s do this again soon.”…
I still remember that morning after my breakup. My phone was silent. My apartment felt emptier than ever. I reached for my favorite mug, hands shaking—hoping for coffee to fill the void. And that’s when I realized: healing isn’t about time, it’s about how we do it. We’re emotional creatures, all of us. And after…
Every time I scroll through my camera roll, I’m reminded of just how many sweet, silly, and downright swoon-worthy moments my partner and I have shared. From blurry selfies in the kitchen to golden hour kisses on vacation, each photo tells a tiny story. But when it’s time to post them? That’s when the real…
For a long time, I thought I was just unlucky in love. I’d meet someone who seemed charming, intense, a little complicated—and within weeks, I’d be stuck in another confusing situation, wondering why it always felt like I was giving more than I was getting. At first, I blamed the universe. Then dating apps. Then…
I never thought I’d be the “LDR girl.” I used to roll my eyes at the idea—“Why would anyone put themselves through that?” I said. And then I met him. And suddenly, no flight was too long, no time zone too annoying, and no FaceTime call too late. I didn’t choose a long distance relationship….
There’s this strange space that lives right after heartbreak. It’s quiet, but not peaceful. Lonely, but also full of reflection. After my last breakup, I remember sitting on the floor of my kitchen at 10 p.m., eating cereal straight from the box, and wondering if I’d ever feel normal again — let alone ready to…
I used to think self-love was all about bath bombs and yoga classes. You know — lighting candles, doing face masks, sipping herbal tea while reading something inspirational. And while that’s part of it, I’ve learned the hard way that true self-love isn’t always so… Instagrammable. Sometimes, practicing self love looks like dragging yourself out…
There are moments when I look at him — in the quiet between conversations, while he’s making coffee, or when he laughs at something only half-funny — and I feel so much it almost overwhelms me. And yet… I open my mouth, and nothing comes out. No words feel big enough. Sound familiar? That aching…