i put all my lovers on the pedestal
my regular readers on this blog would know that i love writing about my romantic endeavours. i have been thinking a lot about romance and relationships (like i always do,) and for once, i found myself not hanging up on the idea of being in one. it is definitely not because i stopped believing in the divine fate of what is called, love, i really do, but for the first time in a long while, i find myself not clinging to the idea of one. i no longer imagine a future prematurely populated by someone whose last name I don’t even know yet. i still (to a small degree) believe in timing, in serendipity , in the idea that some people arrive in our lives exactly when they’re meant to. but belief, can coexist with doubt. faith is harder to hold when my own parents are divorced, and when every scroll through tiktok feels like an expose on infidelity and affairs. my favourite tea thus far? B for brader. makes me laugh, everytime. more than ever, i want to be a mother than someones girlfriend/wife/fi...
