Exactly Exactly Exactly How One Word Helped me to again believe in Love
For me personally, all of it starts around my birthday celebration. The anxiety that is.
Whenever 16 appears on the calendar and I realize I’ve gone yet another year without having a relationship—meaning I’ll (likely) be spending another birthday, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s all by my lonesome—I start to get panicky september. It’s perhaps not I do, very much so), it’s more that my birthday serves as a yearly reminder of the only piece to my life’s puzzle I feel like I’m still missing: someone to spend it with that I don’t have wonderful friends and family to celebrate with. Continue reading “Exactly Exactly Exactly How One Word Helped me to again believe in Love”