Sometimes I think about the possibility that you’re already out there.
Not searching. Just… living.
Going about your days with a soft ache you can’t quite name.
Maybe you don’t know I exist. Maybe you never will.
But I’m here. Quietly. Open.
If you’re here too, that’s enough for now.
Wanted: One needy, guarded, intense, high-maintenance woman with a bunch of baggage. These are the terms used for women who “intimidate” men, eh? I’ve heard that. Never understood that, myself. I want a woman with such depth I cannot touch the ground when she’s held in my arms. To my mind, Behind the Wires Personal…
To me, healthy love doesn’t look like a cycle of panic and grand gestures. It looks like a steady rhythm of small, ordinary evidences. It’s the regular heartbeats of showing each other we’re each’s other in all the small ways. Not a dozen roses because I’m “in trouble,” but materializing back at the cart while…
Living by the ocean, this is the sign I look for every year that winter has finally broke. The coast is waking up today! The first ribbon of water opening as the ice breaks and separates, and the first of the fleet being moved into place. The lobsters are coming out of hibernation, and the…
I had to buy ice and strawberries and motor oil today.None of that felt romantic.But if I’d been buying them for someone else, it might’ve.
𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏.𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦.
Being single can feel like you’re off-script.Like you’re supposed to be building something with someone, and instead you’re just… existing.But being single has a purpose beyond “waiting for the right person.”It’s a time to meet yourself as a whole person—not half of a couple.Time to notice your patterns without the fog of chemistry.To learn what…
